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Kenny saw his father’s football trophies in the cupboard set high on the
kitchen wall. Tarnished with black smudges, the silver cups gleamed dully in
the afternoon sunlight shafting through the kitchen window. "You'll be up there one day too, fella," his father would say as
he gave one of the silver cups to Kenny to look at.
Kenny ran his fingers over the writing. "What does it say, Dad?”
he’d ask though he knew it by heart.
“Best Player in Southerners Football Team,” his father would say.
“When’s Dad coming home?” Kenny now asked his mother.
His mother snapped. “I don’t know. He’s too busy wasting his life and
mine with his fool schemes. I told him to get out and do something. He’s not a
famous footballer any more.”
Kenny stopped listening and sidled through the door. He brushed up
against the man coming in.
The man was the new boarder. The neighbours would ask, “How’s the new
boarder, Eileen?”
His mother would say. “It’s a pleasure to have someone to cook for
and who is on time for his meals.”
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