The Wonder of You
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The Left Lion, Nottingham Market Square, a few days later
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Harry leaned against the large stone lion in front of the council house, smoking, and keeping an eye out for Angela. The fight with her husband in the Loggerheads a few days ago felt like an age longer, but he liked her, despite the complications. He glanced up Long Row, looking for women getting off the buses. The big clock on the tower behind him ticked towards the hour. Then he spotted a girl in a neat white dress, pulling at its hems as if to make it longer, and he recognised the gesture before he could be sure of her face. A few moments later, she was standing in front of him.
‘Aren’t ye a sight for sore eyes?’ he said.
Angela smiled up at him, blinking into the sunshine and pulling at
