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Graham Greene

The child had an air of taking everything in and giving nothing away. At the Rome airport he was led across the tarmac by his aunt, but he seemed to hear nothing of her advice to himself or of the information she produced for the air hostess. He was too busy with his eyes: the hangars had his attention, every lane on the field except his own - that could wait.

'My nephew,' she said, 'yes, that's him on the list. Roger Court. You will look after him, won't you? He's never been quite on his own before,' but when she made that statement the child's eyes moved back plane by plane with what looked like contempt, back to the large breasts and the fat legs and the over-responsible mouth: how could she have known, he might have been thinking, how often I am alone?

Graham Greene (submitted under pseudonym to New Statesman Competition)

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