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Reg held up a pair of faded overalls. “Before you cover yourself in sawdust, we’d better get you properly attired. I went digging into my son’s things and found his overalls. I think they’ll be big enough.” He handed them to William. “I also found a couple of his old T-shirts.”
They were clothes William wouldn’t normally be caught dead in, but he didn’t want to ruin anything expensive. It had been obvious from his first weekend on the island that his clothes were unsuitable. He’d abandon the tie this Sunday, but he was stuck with his Italian leather shoes. He couldn’t wear joggers with suit trousers.
“Won’t your son mind?”
Reg paled beneath his tan. He took a shaky breath. “My son was killed in a plane crash two years ago.”
“Davy’s father?” William blurted into the silence.
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