Chapter Eight ~ Going
…to let chance and the town take charge of you, for the world we travel in is more wonderful than human plan or idle heart’s desire.
(The Gentle Art of Tramping, Stephen Graham)
“So, it’s like we’re on television the whole time?”
I hadn’t thought of it like that, but it made it easier to understand. I think even my little brother understood. Because he had his serious face on. Mandy looked pleased with herself, which was the only bad thing. She better not try to take charge.
The top of our street doesn’t go anywhere. It’s a dead end. Only the people who live here ever come up our street. Maybe some people who are stupid and don’t notice the signs find it by accident. It isn’t an alley, quite. It doesn’t have a name. And if you clap your hands the sound in it is s
