The door from the narrow hallway into the kitchen creaked open and The Black Knight himself stood beside my mother in his felt hat, black overcoat and gloves, smiling down at me.
“I’ve missed you all and I feel so bad about Jamie. He’s such a great kid, a lot like my own son. Did I ever tell you how much he reminded me of Callum? I know you feel I’ve let you down and I suppose I have,” he said, letting his words hang in the air for a moment. Then asked, “can you find it in your heart to give an old drunk another chance?”
Before I could speak tears filled up my eyes so quickly that I could do nothing to quell them. I rushed to where Del stood and flung my arms around him, letting him hold me. He smelled of soap, the outdoors and faintly of a musky aftershave he favoured
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