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Country Lines
Bob’s nephew, Ryan was known round the village as a rascal but he was charming and, finding that there was much about his own life that was charmless, to Bob, Ryan was like a breath of fresh air.
Ryan had a favour. Could Bob help deliver a package?
Bob nodded.
Bob’s sister, Maggie had warned him not to help Ryan with any “deliveries” but had not expanded into details. Maggie always had been a moaner; lately, she looked her age, rough and wrinkly, black bags like oversized baggage on her dour face. He didn’t have much to do with her. Ryan was the only one of his close family who paid him any attention really.
He’d help him out. He had to go to Bristol anyway.
“He’ll meet you the back of Specsavers, Unc.”
“Do I need to do anything?” Bob asked.
“No, just hand it over.” Ryan smiled at his uncle. “Thanks for doing this. I would post it but…you know how crap that is…”
Bob did. He was still waiting for batteries for his hearing aids.
Ryan hesitated when he handed the package over. “Just…well…thanks,” he haltingly said, looking sheepish, like he wanted to say more.
Bob dismissed it. It was good to feel useful.
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