“Very well then. I think we should take care of things before Johnny comes home.” “I’d prefer that, Mrs Wilkins,” Billy blurted out. “I imagine you would, young man. I imagine you would. Shall we go downstairs then?” “If you say so, Mrs Wilkins” “I do say so, Billy … indeed I do say so. Stand up and give me your hand right now … do you hear me … that right.” Billy stood up and allowed Mrs Wilkins to take his hand firmly in hers and lead him across the living room towards the basement door. The simple act of being led by the hand made him feel six years younger and he began protesting in a quiet voice and dragging his feet as if suddenly getting second thoughts. “Come along, young man, or Mrs Wilkins will give you what you need right here in the living room.
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