Chapter Sixty
“We have to move! Step on it Petra! Get to the hill.” Matilda urges her to move. Petra wrestles the wheel. Drops down a gear. Brian’s old orange wagon speeds along the waters edge leaving the treatment plant behind and turns left up a small lane between large workshops. The snow is falling down thickly now. The place is quiet, no workmen, no people repairing boats or rigging, just deserted buildings and trade trucks parked up. Matilda wraps a black bandage around Jacqueline’s badly cut left hand, then takes a mitten from her back pack and pulls it on for her. She ruffles up Jacqueline’s hair and smiles at her.
“So. What am I going to do with you? You ruined the night vision goggles. The gas mask, and a good glove.” Jacqueline smiles at Matilda.
“Thank you my friend. (She h
