BasDorcha
Golden Age Dinosaur
Bruce King's Family Home
~ Bethnal Green, East London ~
~ Friday 12th September 1969 ~
Jeremy Gray
~ Bethnal Green, East London ~
~ Friday 12th September 1969 ~
Jeremy Gray
As soon as he was done speaking, he spit on the ground next to the kid, and spun, headed for Bruce’s house. Angrily, he paced the porch trying to calm himself down while he waited for Spencer to make it back to the porch. He lit a smoke and tapped his foot impatiently, his temper very slowly coming down. Across the street Spencer was trying to sort out his mess. He sighed, knowing his friend was right. His temper was going to end up being something that got him in a lot of trouble. Chewing his thumb as the cigarette burned away uselessly, he spoke up as soon as Spencer was within ear shot.
“I’m sorry, mate. He was talking bad about Harper, and you know I couldn’t let an arse like him get away with it. Harp has never done a thing wrong to no soul. She don’t deserve to be talked about like that.” He watched as the kids across the street picked up their friend and carried him away. No one said a word or looked at them. He would have done the same for any one of the kings, but especially the little sister of the bunch. Billy and Alex were old enough to handle themselves most days, and Spencer was definitely past the defending age, not that it mattered.
He sat anxiously, awaiting the verdict. If Bruce knew about this, and Jeremy was willing to bet that Spencer would have to tell him, he might throw him out of the business. His friend was right, he needed to learn to get his shit together. Jeremy had never been accused of being an emotionless man. If anything, he was considered hot-headed, overly romantic, and to vibrantly felt emotions in every color of the spectrum. Still, he was thinking now it was going to end up being better to figure out a way to cease and change that. It was time to grow up.