En smakebit på søndag: Elegy for Eddie

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We`ve come about Eddie. Remember Eddie Pettit?”

Maisie nodded. ”Of course I remember Eddie. I haven´t seen him or Maudie for a few years, since I lived in Lambeth.” She paused. ”What´s wrong, Jesse? What about Eddie?”

”He´s dead, Miss -I mean , Maisie. He´s gone.”

Maisie felt the colour drain from her face. ”How? Was he ill?”

The men looked at each other, and Jesse was about to answer her question when he shook his head and pressed a handkerchief to his eyes. Archie Smith spoke up in his place.

”He weren´t ill. He was killed at the paper factory, Bookhams.” Smith folded his flat cap in half and ran his fingers along the crease. When he looked up, he could barely continue. ”It weren´t no accident, either, Maisie. We reckon it was deliberate. Someone wanted to get rid of him. No two ways about it.” (s. 19-20)

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