Shuttlecock

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Martin is still following me from the station. Despite the change in my time of returning from work. Every evening but one I have glimpsed his shock of fair hair amongst the trees on the common, and every evening when we sit together at supper, we pretend not to have seen each other. I don’t know what to do. It is his birthday in two weeks. He will be eleven. I am thinking of buying him a pet.