However, I didn’t. I went on about the Pollinis and I got him interested. He even did a simple somersault for me and when he pretended that he’d hurt himself I got him a drink, and another.
It was an extraordinary thing, but I only discovered then, after all these years, that he couldn’t drink. A couple made him silly. I left him sleeping.
That was the day I had my second row with Ma Pollini about the crumbs.
The next day I only gave him one drink and I brought it up with me. I’d told my little girl that I was doing it for his health and she didn’t think anything of it. People were always having little drops for their health in my house.
Everything played into my hands. He’d had words with Latte on the staircase the evening before and didn’t want to hear about the Pollinis’ prowess. Bu
