After the scran I took the kid for a walk down by the dock. He’d started talking, and he’d said his name was Jack and he was five. He didn’t look five, so I don’t know if he was telling the truth, or whether he was too young to know how old he was.
We sat by the Mersey and looked out at the lights. I made sure Jack sat further back so he wouldn’t fall in. I’d forgotten how much I loved the docks, especially at night. I used to come here every day but hadn’t been here for months. I love this city as much as I love Penny Salerno… and I felt I was losing both.
Jack seemed much happier now, in fact he wouldn’t shut up about the lights and the reflections in the water. But I knew exactly where he was coming from… I felt the same way about it. No matter how much shite this world throws at you, just sitting on that dock staring out over the River Mersey makes you forget about it…. I can’t explain why, but it does.
I bought Jack an ice cream on the way back to the house with my stash. He’d stopped asking about his dad by the time we’d ate the pie and chips, and he just kept asking if we could go on the big wheel by the Echo Arena that I’d shown him earlier.
The house was still cold and dark when we got back at nine o’clock, so I let Jack look at the pics in my National Geographic mags. He fell asleep on the bed about five minutes later. I put a blanket over him and then took some painkillers the hozzy had given me before lying on my back on the floor (couldn’t lie any other way ’cause of my ribs… they were in bulk).
I spent the night listening out for me ma getting back from the boozer… hopefully she could tell me why the kid was here. If she hasn’t turned up in the morning I’ll take Jack on the big wheel by the Echo Arena – I haven’t even been on it myself.