My mother didn't really want me about the house because she had five others, so I was in digs. I was a bricklayer for ten years - did my apprenticeshi.... Then got pissed off with that and thought I wanted something better."His accent was suddenly very like Harry's. It was slowly dawning on me that this man wasn't socially far above us. Harry was comfortable with him because they were so similar. I suddenly began to hope that this man might not take Sally away from me. He might even bring her. Not a chance!Any King in any court, anywhere, could and would condemn her to the axe in a heartbeat for just a fraction of the naughtiness that this evil little twat had done. Lydia had given me carte-blanche to waste the stupid cunt, but I wasn't sure this was the best possible long term solution. I sort of liked the idea of walling her up in a tall tower in isolation to wail in misery for the rest of her life. It would certainly make a better long term example to others.Her errands done, my. I smiled with the memory of summer, fireflies and young girls who smelled of lemon. But would this feeling last? It had been a shitty year, and a shitty night. I felt the icy hand of despair clutch at my throat again, and, as I was about to lower my eyes and slink off home to my tiny bed, an eruption of fire-works exploded above the park as gorgeous red, orange and yellow streaks of screaming bottle rockets burst into smoldering starbursts and thrilling multi-color jelly-fish tentacles that. "I looked around, feeling slightly violated that I had been somehowforced to speak out of turn. Mr Williams, on his behalf, seemed to findthis aside fascinating."Hmm... I had always considered it presentable functional workwear. ButI think I can see your point. Do you think other members of staff wouldagree that the uniform isn't... 'theatre' enough?"Giving him any ideas worried me, but I couldn't help myself. "Yes, sir.I'd say pretty much everyone would agree that you could see peopleworking.