“What sort of metal is it?”
“Don’t know, all I do know is its bloody hard. I remember once in a fight a bloke came at your granddad with an axe, swung it in a big arc and he met the blow with a punch and took the axe blade on his dusters. I can still see the look of surprise on the bloke’s face,” George chuckled at the thought, “and before the axe man could get over the shock he was hit with the other duster. He went down like a sack of shit.”
Still wearing his new dusters Matt did some shadow boxing, smiling as he did.
“Can you feel the power? Your granddad told me that when he wore them he felt charged with cosmic energy and that it gave him extra strength.”
“Thanks, Dad.”
“Hope it helps,” the car horn blasted again and Bobby asked Matt a question, being so young he didn’t understan
