Springtime 1946, and the family chipper in Holmscroft Street was running well. Dante started work on Graziella"s café in Kempock, passed his driving test, and bought an old van, a Ford Y, for thirty-five pounds.
Chris lent eager hands in the chipper. Over the Christmas and New Year school holiday, he added swift chipping of potatoes to his skill as adept spud peeler, and Dante hired one of the Moretti girls full time. Dante"s mother came in several times before the shop opened at five o" clock, but withdrew again, happy to let Dante run the business.
“Here"s a few bob, Chris.”
Chris counted the five shillings.
“Ah"d like tae save a bit. Ah"ll take a couple of bob. Keep the rest for me?”
“Sure.”
Dante put the money in the small safe in the back shop.
After a few weeks, Chris had save
