Almost all the names in my Lion notebook have got a question mark next to them and my poster is falling apart. Mad Huw chased me from Tryfar Terrace because he thought I was showing everyone a picture of him, and I got a stitch in my side that has only just stopped hurting. But I think that before going home for dinner I’ll just call at Number 2 in our terrace that was empty earlier; there’s someone home now, I can see the light on in the living room. It may be that the last person I ask will have seen Ifan Evans. I don’t see Mam until in a rush of air she grabs my arm. ‘That’s enough of that,’ she says, and drags me up the road towards our house. ‘Get in the house. I’ve got a bone to pick with you.’ Mam’s face is white with red blotches on her cheeks just like the Toby jugs have when they’re puffing away hard at their pipes. ‘Someone’s been coming out of every other house on my way home to tell me about your goings on,’ she says, her spit spraying onto my face.
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