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Granny Kay lived five houses up and around the corner from the Tucky shop on Craddock hill, so it wasn't unusual that I'd pay her a visit a time or two on weekends or on play days when we had a holiday from school.

" Granny Kay chuckled, "Come on in and bide a while.

" Dead Man's Pool was a deep, dark body of stagnant water at the foot of the sheer cliff face.

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My heavens, what a boy! I stepped into the scent of natural gas and stewed tea, and a smell that reminded me of the back of the church on a wet Sunday night; lavender, moth balls and old wool.

Kay, or any grown up son or daughter who might perhaps live across town and visit only on those days when I was at school, someone who mowed her lawn, trimmed her hedges, cleaned and polished her windows, for surely there was someone, but mum just shook her head and changed the subject.

Almost as if she had expected my request, Granny Kay turned with a toothless smile and produced three small boxes in the palm of an almost skeletal hand.

" she asked, a slight shiver in her voice.

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So it is," Hobo said, a mark of incredulity in his voice, "and see how he's grown, so he has.