He patted his jeans. "Levis."
"Must have cost you a bit. Wish I was rich like you."
"I"ve got a paper round."
They passed a shooting range. She noticed a large teddy among the prizes.
"You"re a good shot, Red. You win me that teddy?"
He hesitated, took up a rifle, then let go of it quickly, as if it was red hot. It was like picking up an unexploded bomb. He turned away, afraid his face would reveal too much.
"Ain"t no good at shooting now, Sal." He tried to sound indifferent, but his words came out husky and strained.
She looked at him thoughtfully, as if she was aware of his state of mind. What did she know, he wondered? What had she overheard that day in the Swamp? He made an effort to regain control.
Glancing around he spotted a darts" stall. "There"s a bigger teddy. I"ll win th
