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Like Barking Hounds

Like Barking Hounds

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Published by Terry Collett
a boy and girl in 1950s London and true friendship.
a boy and girl in 1950s London and true friendship.

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Published by: Terry Collett on Sep 08, 2013
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LIKE BARKING HOUNDS.And Dennis saidthat girl at fronthas pissed herself whispering the wordsinto Naaman's ear  pointingwith his scrawny finger his peppermint breathin the air  Naaman looked between the desksin the classwhere Dennis's finger pokeda puddleyellowy whitehad formedthe girl whose handwas raisedstood up and ranfrom the classclutching her dresssobbingok ok Miss Ashdown saidno need for noiseor mutteringsMarsh go getthe school keeper and ask him to bringhis mop and bucketand so Marsh ran off to leave the classin stilled silencethe teacher's glarescanning the roomafter lessons after school Naaman waited by the school stepsfor Shlomit to come downin borrowed dress
and underwear head loweredhands in her raincoat pocketsscarf about her headaccidentshe said before Naaman could speak she always makes me waitshe must knowI can't wait too long Naaman said nothing but walked beside her along St George's Roadnow I'll have to sneak this dress and underwear in at homewithout my daddy seeingshe addedshe held up the bagthe teacher had given her it happens Naaman saidthe old batshould let you gowhen you askedfor the boganywaythe dress looks ok maybe your mumwon't noticehe saido she willShlomit said but she'll say nothingit's my dadyou'll blow off the roof do you want my mumto wash them for you? Naaman said
she'll understandno I couldn'tShlomit saidit wouldn't be fair fair? fair's hair  Naaman saidshe won't say a wordto anyone be all washed and dried by tomorrowShlomit looked at himuncertainty in her gazethrough her spectacleso come onhe saidwhat's in a dressand knickers between friendsshe smiledmaybe if she won't mindhell no Naaman saidgive them hereand she gave himthe bag with dressand underwear no one must knowshe saidof course notwho'd I tell? blab to the newspapers? Naaman saidShlomit gives wet washingto Naaman's mumread all about it?she laughedhe liked itwhen she laugheddimples formedher eyes lit up her cheeks reddened

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