Billy was upset that no-one spoke to him.
“Hi Billy, how’s your mum?”
“She’s fine, fine, she’s fine.”
“And how about you? Are you behaving yourself?”
“Yes. I’m doing fine, I’m fine, fine, I’m fine.”
“Tell your mum I was asking for her.”
“Yes, yes, yes. I’ll tell her, yes.”
He walked on and into the newsagent. Billy was angry, no-one was talking to him.
“Oh hello Billy, your usual?”
“Thanks, yes, thanks Mr White, my usual.”
“There you go Billy. Will you be going to see any of the films that you see in the magazine?”
“Yes, yes, yes, I will. I’ll see and then I’ll go.”
“I hope you’ve enough money Billy, it’s expensive going to the cinema now. The last time I was there with the wife, it cost me over twenty quid.”
Billy took out his wallet and flashed a bundle of notes.
“Jesus Billy, don’t show anyone that! Now you promise me that you’ll get yourself home and keep your wallet in your pocket.”
“Yes Mr White, yes, yes I will, bye, I promise, bye”
“Bye Billy, tell your mum I was asking for her.”
“I will Mr White, I will, yes, I will.”
Billy was sad that no-one was talking to him. He walked down the street and headed towards his house. He saw the dog before he heard the voice. The brown lab ran over to him.
“Hello Sam. Sam. Hello Sam.”
“Hi Billy, is he annoying you? Sam! Get over here you big lump!”
“No Mrs Duncan, he’s fine, fine, he’s fine.”
“How are you doing Billy?”
“I’m fine, I’m good, good, fine, I’m fine.”
“Have you been at the shop for your mum?”
“No, my magazine, I was there for my magazine, my magazine.”
“…And what type of magazine Billy? I hope it wasn’t one of nudie women??”
She began to smile as his face reddened.
“No. No. No. No, look, no!”
Billy took out the film magazine from his jacket.
She laughed, “I’m only teasing you Billy!! You like your films, don’t you?”
“Yes, yes, my films, I like my films, yes.”
“OK Billy, it’s been nice talking to you. But I’ll need to get Sam home for his dinner or he won’t be talking to me. Bye Billy. Give my best to your mum.”
“I will, I will, bye, bye, bye-bye”
Billy thought about what she’d just said, he knew what it was like for no-one to be talking. He frowned as he looked around.
Billy walked up the garden path and took out his keys.
“Mum, mum, I’m home, I’m home, mum, I’m home”
“Hello Billy? You were a while. Who were you talking to?”
“Jim was asking for you, Jim, I saw Jim. Mr White in the shop, he was asking for you, he told me to tell you, he was asking for you. Mrs Duncan and Sam, Sam, Mrs Duncan, Mrs Duncan and Sam, Mrs Duncan was asking for you.”
“That’s nice Billy. You have some very good friends. They all speak to you.”
Billy frowned and went upstairs to his room.
“…I’ll put the kettle on, I’ve got some pancakes, I’ll put some peanut butter on them for you, you like that don’t you.”
Billy didn’t answer, he began to cry. Still no-one spoke to him.