AN EARLY CHILDHOOD CHAPTER 28 PART 1: OUT ON THE LAM


Continued from Chapter 27.

My brother Larry was the other sole surviving fambly member. But he wasn’t the heir as he had fled the abuse. 
I climbed out of the well-pool sewer at Camden Market and found myself at the stall of a Pretend Antique Dealer.
Just as I pulled aside the man-hold cover – so called because it kept the men in at their work on the shitty facilities provision – who should cross my path – or rather her foot planting atop my head – only Ai Bang Mi Fa Kin Ni her very self.
I caught her off-balance on my emergence from the ground, and she leaned for support from the man with whom she was holding hands – with whom the self-same man I’d seen her in the boat in the Irish Sea, whom with.
“Paddy!” she screamed in delight, hugging me. “This my husband!”
I looked at the man – and recognised him twice! – for not only had he been in the rowing boat with Ai Bang, but I now realised that he was – in point of fact, seeing the same groany deadness about him – that he was in fact the zombie Chinaman from my movie trailer in Tír na nÓg!
“Talk about continuity! He was dead?” I asked her.
“How you know?” Ai Bang’s eyes scrunched up.
“”Well, you did tell me he was undead. But I saw him…in…” I frowned and counted on my fingers, face strained in recollection, “…37…and carry the 3… in Cloud Cuckoo Land.”
The Pretend Antique Dealer stepped forward. He had an Asiatic appearance about him too.
“Can I interest you in some Réal Dootle?” he asked in a Spanish accent.
“Is that like Royal Doulton?” I asked.
“Yes. The same.”
“No it’s not,” I insisted, dusting off the acumen I had acquired climbing out of the sewer in preparation as I picked up a gravy boat. 
“Wait, Paddy. We need this man’s help,” Ai Bang said.
Continued in CHAPTER 28 PART 2, so it is.

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