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     Alex turned away from the street looking back towards the porch as she heard a rich giggle escape from the child. It was unthinkable not to return it with a smile. Pip took the invitation, and came towards her brown hair sticking up like a bottle brush and the tips of his ears turning pink in anticipation of a new friend.    

    “Hello. I am Peter Ian Paige. And I am going to be an actor, and that better happen before I grow up don’t you know.”

She crouched down on her haunches ready to take the tiny hand already extended in a gentlemanly fashion. 

   “Look, young man.” she pointed upwards as the start of a rainbow struggled above the rooftops  “Always the rainbow after the rain but you know that don’t you?’  Pip thought of whispers, soft and quiet, as he laid his small hand in her soft palm. He noticed her hands were nearly as small as his Mother’s

     The storm was over; the rain had slowed to a struggling pit-a-pat. The sun was gaining the sky as the collar doves whirled in across the houses opposite, resettling in the huge trees. The police cars pulled away and disappeared around the corner.

 

 ‘Knew it was a boy. A boy who is afraid of storms.’

 

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