“That’s a lie!”
It was an objection which he appeared to have heard before.
“People say anything but they’re wrong and I’m here to prove it anyway, aren’t I? I’m not ordinary. I’ve got certificates. I’m legal. I’ve got rights. My Dad and Mum were legally married. In a mucking church. It was a white wedding. Five hundred guests, I believe. Fancy spending all that on a do. It’s amazing!”
“What is your name?” Tim was trying to distract his attention from Julia.
“You’ve got a nerve! What’s my name? I’m not sure I shan’t pay you for that. That’s cheek, that is. That’s what they call it in the posh schools. Cheek. What’s my name? Do me a favour! You must think I’m bonkers.”
“Is it Cornish?” Julia spoke as Timothy thrust her behind him.
He was just in time. The figure made a dart at her and
