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“Okay, right, so even if I believe your cock and bull story; how does that help me? Surely God will forgive me? I’ve just got to the end of my tether.”
“Tell you what. How about we take a look at what life for people would be like if you’d gone a different way? Maybe that would persuade you. It could be far worse for you and everybody around you if you’d made different choices”
He was humouring this guy now, thinking maybe this was a good turn to do before he died. They walked into town. It looked different somehow. Then George stopped dead. “That’s, that’s the spitting image of Hermione Travers!”
“No it isn’t. NO, it isn’t! It IS Hermione Travers. She’s eleven, and, yes, there you are, just coming down the road. She is pretty, I’ll grant you. You knew her at school? Then you went to different high schools. You sent her a Christmas card, but never had the courage to ring her. Well, here she is, you did ring; and here she is and you’re meeting her and; oh I say, how sweet” He could be a little patronising. The young George gave her a little box of chocolates, all he could afford; then he took her hand and they walked to the cinema.
Time seemed to stand still, or speed up; whatever it was, seconds later they were coming out again. And there they were, holding hands and he walked her home and she gave him a peck on the cheek. Just the lightest of kisses, but it was enough.
“I don’t remember this” said the watching, older George. “Why not”
“It didn’t happen, you never rang her, remember? But lets jump forward and see what’s happening”
They walked to his old house, and he shed a tear, inside was his mother and father, just like he remembered them; watching television, what was it? Big Bang Theory?
“No, that won’t start for a while yet. This is Mash”
“Oh yes, they always liked that program; couldn’t see it myself”
“I know, it wasn’t really that funny, but look at the crass crap that is on now”
They moved round the house and looked in through another window. In the lounge, two young teenagers were doing their homework together. They were in different school uniforms. As the spies watched, one of them, the girl, closed a book and said “finished”. Then she leant over and gave the boy a long, sensuous kiss. He reached for her to pull her in; and she pulled away “uh uh! Not until you finish your Maths homework. Then, if you’re good, and there’s time...” There was a brief blur, time shot forward maybe half an hour. The girl was reading a book, patiently. The boy closed his books and said he was finished. “Let me see. Oh, look, you’ve rushed that one, you’ll need to do it again. No, “ she was pushing him away “No, promise first! After I’ve gone you’ll do it again? Okay, but not under the blouse! No, you know the deal. Do the homework properly and you can open the shirt, else...” The rest of the sentence was lost in a long kiss with his hands on her small breasts. She was good for him, clearly. Someone coughed outside and they separated. George’s mum brought in some juice and biscuits. She was very diplomatic; that was the cough. She smiled at them both; she approved of Hermione because Hermione was polite, helpful and, she could see, not a distraction from school work.
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