![]() After all, the boy had come in with the older lads, and it’s not as if he looked like an apprentice. And if truth be told, he should not have been at the pub drinking-but the landlord didn’t mind, probably didn’t even know. ![]() Not that he’d dare say anything-no, he had to keep his mouth shut, because he was lucky to have a job at all, so there was nothing to whine about. He wondered about the aspirin and the emulsion as he walked home from the pub, and deep down inside himself, he knew that one had something to do with the other, though his mates on the job hadn’t complained. How many weeks was it now? And how many aspirin powders had he taken, every night when he arrived back at his digs-a shared room in another lodging house in another town? Another town with airfields close by, and buildings to be painted with that viscous gray emulsion. ![]() The boy had not had a day without a headache in weeks. ![]()
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