‘My dream is for all of us, Madge. Me, you, Dad, and for all those dreamers out there who dare to dream, who dare to take action on their dreams. My dream is for the dreamers of this world who take the ridicule that comes with being a dreamer.’
‘I’d better go now,’ says Madge, needing a tissue to dry her eyes. ‘This phone call is costing me more than a two-week holiday in a five-star hotel. We’ll speak again soon. Love you lots, and bye for now,’ adds Madge, as a massive tingle rushes over both her forearms.
‘Okay. Bye, Mum, speak soon.’
‘I knew it. I just knew it,’ says Madge out loud while rubbing both her forearms at the same time, as she heads for her box of tissues. ‘My boy’s grown into a very passionate young man.’
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After his phone call, Eddie tells Sofia, his personal assist
