Stopped suddenly.
‘Horses, did you say?’
‘Yes,’ said Loding, surprised. ‘Latchetts is a stud. Didn’t
I mention that? They breed horses. I believe they’re very
Well known.’
‘Oh,’ said the young man, and went off down the street.
That night the young man lay on his bed in the dark, fully
Dressed, and stared at the ceiling. He was thinking about the
Past, the journey through life that had brought him to this small
Room in London. He had always been alone in life. It had
Disturbed him to find that somewhere there was another young
Man so like him that they could be mistaken for one another.
Indeed, it was the most surprising thing that had happened to
Him in all his twenty-one years. That moment when a man
Stopped in the street and greeted him.
‘Hello,Simon.’
‘Oh! Sorry! the man said at once. ‘Thought you were a
Friend of mine, but….’And then he had stopped and stared.
‘Can I do something for you? The boy had asked.
‘Yes. You could come and have lunch with me.’
‘Why?’