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Enchanter on the Roof ® James Field. Part 39
“Hey, where’d you get those from?” said Bert, staring wide-eyed in disbelief.
Dick Charmer suspended the small bunch of keys above his head and let them dangle between his fingers. "Watch carefully."
He swiped his other hand across in front of the keys and when the hand had passed the bunch was gone. He opened both palms: they were empty. Then he placed his left hand behind his ear and produced the keys again.
"Caw," said Bert, genuinely impressed. "You're a wizard."
"Yup, these hands are magic. I lifted the handcuff keys from Dobby the Bobby just before he locked me up."
Bert's face turned blank as a piece of wood, a simple slow breath revealing his amazement. "You're a bleeding pickpocket."
"Yup. Like I said, easy. I could have taken Dobby's underpants and he wouldn’t have known.”
Bert stared down at his own handcuffs with a hollow expression and then smacked his brow. “It’s you, isn’t it?”
“Him there ‘Four-P’. Peter Pepper Pick-Pocket.”
This time, Dick Charmer gaped. “How come you know?”
“Because I used to be a crook like you, and I still hear the news.”
In way of answer, Dick Charmer hooked his thumbs in his belt, thrust his hips forward, and gave a smug smile. "Means I'm famous, which is more than we can say about you. You're a no-talent dummy: fat, ugly, and clumsy." Then he spun on his heels and darted into his house.
To be continued…
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A Man Called Ove by Fredrik Backman
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
At long last I got around to reading about Ove, pronounced Oover. Brilliant story: amusing, heartbreaking, and so true to life. My main problem with the book is that I think they modelled Ove on me! When my wife read it, I heard repeatedly, "That's just like you."
Minus half a star for shoddy translation in places (from Swedish).
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