‘How do, Isaac,’ Molly Hindle said, coming up behind him as he walked down Whitton Lane towards Adlard’s forge. ‘Where’re you off to, then?’
‘Nowhere really, just down to t’forge,’ Isaac Garforth answered, his head jerking back and forth as he looked around to make sure that no one could see him talking to a girl, especially his twin brother Saul. ‘Where’s thee going to?’
‘Me Mam sent us out t’house, me Auntie Myrtle’s come round, and she’s got some problem with me Uncle Albert and me Mam didn’t want me to hear what’s being said.’
‘Oh aye, what’s the problem then?’ he asked, although Isaac, just a few weeks past his fourteenth birthday, was not in the least bit interested. He was far more concerned with getting away from the highly public Whitton Lane, where just about the entire villag
