Another Man's Shoes by John C De Groot

Author:John C De Groot
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Serial killer, psycopathic thriller, Detective, Romance, World War 2
Publisher: John C De Groot
Published: 2023-01-06T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen – Hilda & Albert Weller 1947

“Come along Albert, we mustn’t miss the train.”

“I don’t want to go!” Albert stopped and stamped his foot.

“Now come along Albert, you’re a big boy now you’re nearly five and we must get on.”

Hilda was carrying a large carpet bag her overcoat a handbag and a teddy bear with one eye and was close to losing her temper. They'd been travelling continuously ever since leaving Dover that morning, having arrived on a ferry from France the night before.

“Well, Teddy-One-Eye is going, so I suppose you’ll have to say goodbye to him if you’re not coming.”

Albert hung his head and pouted sneaking a suspicious look at Teddy-One-Eye, who he really didn’t want to lose.

Hilda reached out a hand, Albert took it reluctantly and still pouting, allowed himself to be led across the busy station concourse to the train. As soon as he saw the brown teak panelled, carriages with gold lettering the crowds of people milling about and the steam coming from the huge apple green and black steam engine, he wanted to see more and pulled at his grandmother’s hand to try and get closer to the engine. Hilda was still struggling a little to persuade him to board the rain when an army officer who was about to board came across.

“Would you like me to get your bags on board while you take him to see the engine?” He asked.

He was a Colonel, probably in his early sixties, over six feet tall with a florid face and a luxurious moustache.

“Actually if you don’t mind would you take him to see the engine and I’ll get settled on the train. I’m in the compartment there”, Hilda said pointing to the carriage.

“Pleased to Ma’am”, was the Colonel’s genuine reply. “Haven’t seen my own grandchild for nearly a year. What’s your name young man?” He said to Albert.

Albert seemed to sum up the Colonel for a few seconds with a his lips slightly pursed and decided that he was alright.

“Albert”, he replied confidently, “and I’m nearly five!”

“Well then Albert, would you like to look at the steam engine?”

Albert nodded enthusiastically, took the Colonel’s offered hand and was off down the platform. Hilda smiled after them and then finding their seats, loaded the bags on the overhead netting.

Albert returned a few minutes later still holding the Colonel’s hand. When he saw Hilda he let go and rushed to her.

“Gramma, the engine was very big and the smoke smelled funny. The man in the engine waved to me. Jones said I should become an engine driver when I grow up.” He said looking across at the Colonel. “Can I, can I, Gramma?”

“I don’t see why not Albert.”

Albert climbed onto the seat next to the window.

“Thank you Colonel”, she hesitated looking steadily into the Colonel’s grey eyes, “Jones?” she queried.

“Colonel Edward Jones-Sinclair Ma’am. At your service.” He nodded his head in a small salute as he said the last few words.

“Hilda Weller.” Hilda replied holding out her gloved hand.

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