ABSTRACT
My father and I were trying to see into the shop window. A large woman suddenly stepped back into me. She turned her angry face up to mine. "What the bloody hell!" Although only eighteen I was heavy and solidly built, but a moment's scrutiny of my moonface as I raised my cap and stammered out an apology satisfied her curiosity. She and her companion laughed, linked arms and moved off. My father, who had drawn in his breath sharply as if to say something, thought better of it; we went back to my mother at the hotel.
