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The wait until Friday evening was interminable. Brian had also had a difficult time trying to persuade his mum that he should accompany Richard and his dad. She had relented, but only on the absolute promise that he would come back no later than Sunday afternoon. Brian had readily agreed, and now the two boys sat in the back of the red Picasso as it fought its way through the traffic around Liverpool City Centre.
Richard’s Mum swung the big car into the bustling noise of Lime Street station, and they all quickly spilled out. Stirling gave her a hug. “This is good of you, to do this.”
“I’m sorry I need the car; otherwise, you could have taken it.”
“No, the train is much easier. We’ll be back Sunday afternoon. I'll phone you when we get there.”
She smiled and then swung her arms aroun
