Bill worked AT shifting goods iN the dockside. He was a titan of a man who was forever having to duck through doorways. His wife, Freda, was short. There was always something not right for her and it showed as someone who was quite antsy, hardly sitting still for more than two minutes. Their son, Jonny, was full of mischief, getting up to every known antic in the book (and then some). At present he was hampered somewhat by the bandage on his hand covering up the result of his experiment with gunpowder.
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