Hopefully he’ll have put two and two together and worked out that he won’t be coming home to a typical boy’s bedroom, or a typical boy’s life for that matter. “Excuse me Ma’am.” one of the tradesmen said, having worked his way round to the section of wall by which Valerie was stood.
“Sorry… I was miles away.” Valerie replied, before leaving them to get on. On the landing is a bundle of boxes containing David’s old toys and games, plus his books and comics. At eleven years old he didn’t much play with his toys any more, but he did enjoy reading his books and comics. He won’t be happy that they’ve gone, Valerie thought since he’d often reread his favourite stories.