Four
P eg Leg Joe had hardly been gone - he had started walking before sunrise - and Tommy was already missing him.
It was a bit silly when he hardly knew him, but he thought of him as his best friend. To confide the secret of the song in him meant that Peg Leg Joe trusted him, didn’t he? Even if Tommy was only just ten, he was clearly big enough to help during the long journey awaiting them.
Yes, he was his friend!
As he made his way towards the little oak tree wood in search of the lightning point, Tommy’s head was full of thoughts.
Like every other morning, at first light of dawn, everyone was sleepy-eyed around the breakfast table. Him, Mamma, Papa, goody-goody Aretha and Daisy Mae, his other sister.
Like every other morning, they’d said grace, eaten a bowl of porridge, and then
