Willy nodded and held out his hand. The boy pulled his hand away and chuckled, "Nar. You gotta give me somethin’."
Willy shrugged his shoulders. What could he give the boy? A puff from his joint? No, he didn’t think that would be appropriate.
"You got any money on ya?" the kid asked.
"Oi. Daryl.." his mother screamed from the opposite bench, "Give the man his lighter back."
The kid wiped the water from his brow and shot Willy a stern look, "You can have it for a fiver."
Willy snorted and snatched the lighter out of the kid’s hand with an expediency usually demonstrated by magicians - or pickpockets.
"Hey," the boy protested.
"Daryl," his mother screamed at the top of her lungs, " I said leave the man alone and get your ass over here, you little shit."
The kid huffed at his mother a
