Chapter Twenty-Two ~ Back To Normal
As she walked she never thought: “This is awful; how hot it is; how hungry I am.” When matters became very bad she sat down under a hedge and quietly waited until the y seemed better.
(The Gentle Art of Walking, Geoffrey Murray)
That night Dad sat on the edge of my bed. After two chapters from my latest favourite writer he folded over the corner of the page and put the book on my bedside table. I had been waiting for my chance.
“I know you saw me reading the steam train books,” he said.
He’d seen me.
“I wanted to tell you that I’ve taken the books back to Gramps. No more steam trains under weird hills, huh? I’ve been remembering a lot more of my journey, and I’ve filled in most of the gaps. So the important thing now is to look forward, do new thin
