Nadia bought Chas new clothes. He"d never had new before, always Salvation Army stuff, or hand me downs, many generations old, and by the time Chas got them they were nothing more than rags. This was something special. Long trousers, grey, formal. He felt so grown up. White shirt, black tie, black shoes, one with a shaped insert for his club foot, and they matched. He had never felt his foot so comfortable before. He did think that if ever he had money, he would get proper shoes made for him, at least until he could have the operation Nadia had mentioned.
Salvation ArmyThe hospital barber had been in and given him a trim, and the nurses, seeing that he looked the business, stood back, and admired the young lad and said so, raising Chas"s esteem. Chas was an attractive young man, Nadia tho
