It stood on its own a couple of hundred yards away from the main shopping parade and on the other side of the road, the same side as she and Godfrey lived. She depressed the brake pedal with her foot and went inside, as she did every morning. She called it her morning constitutional. Every morning she’d make the ten-minute walk from her home to the shop to get her Yorkshire Post, and the ten-minute walk back, pushing her grandson in his pram. Every morning she left him outside rather than suffer the effort of taking the huge pram into the shop and it getting in everyone’s way. It had never occurred to her that there was any danger in leaving an unattended child in a pram. This was a respectable area with no undesirables hanging around. The man walking towards the pram looked eminently respectable. He wore a trilby and had a neat moustache. His suit was grey pinstripe, possibly a demob suit, but there was no shame in that. Many men who could afford better wore their demob suits as a badge of honour.
