They typically wobbled for a week, and Larry would worry their rough edges with his tongue, and eventually pop them free. Larry found a solution to the Sunday conundrum. He rose early with his father, watched the men fish until ten, went home to wash his hands and face, then changed his clothes and went with his mother to eleven o’clock church. The most interesting part was the people. He watched them when they weren’t watching him, especially during prayers. He saw them hiding a yawn and picking their noses. He saw them fidgeting and scratching and staring at the floor. He saw them falling asleep. When they were eating cake and chatting, they all smiled and talked and looked the same. When they didn’t know they were being watched and their faces grew slack, he could see inside them. Jemma’s dad sat behind Miss Tremaine the schoolteacher and stared at her bare neck. Mrs Clarke, the lady who played the organ, looked as though she was about to cry. His mother became unrecognisable.
