Chapter 2
Luncheon ended up a hurried affair. Mr. Fenton had bought warm mutton pies from the pie man and some bread and cheese. Christy saved half of it all and wrapped it in the piece of wax paper the pies came in. It sat in his pocket as he made his way to his mother’s home. It was gone six, and he had stayed at the bookshop as long as he could, but now he had to face the other reality of his life. He walked briskly, collar up against the freezing cold and rain though it did no good. He kept his head down as he made his way across Covent Garden Piazza, past the church, and over towards Seven Dials and on to St Giles. He dodged through the increasingly squalid streets, avoiding the worst areas where gangs roaming meant a fellow could take his life in his hands straying onto the wrong pa
