FIFTEEN
Nay. He’s just a varmint.
‘Hello, Isaac,’ Molly Hindle said, coming up behind him as he walked down Whitton Lane towards Adlard’s Forge. ‘Where are you off to then?’
‘Nowhere, really, just down to t'forge,’ he answered, looking around to make sure that no one, especially Saul, could see him talking to a girl. ‘Where’s thee going?’
‘My mam sent us out of the house. My Auntie Myrtle’s come round, and she’s got some problem with my Uncle Albert she didn’t want me to hear.’
‘Oh, aye, what’s the problem then?’ Although Isaac was not all that bothered, he was far more concerned with getting away from the highly public Whitton Lane, where just about the entire village could see him with Molly Hindle.
‘Don't know really, except me Auntie Myrtle’s crying all the time and I heard Mam s
