The boy, half his size, tugged on the hem of Alistair’s jacket.
‘What now?’ he grumbled.
The boy chewed his lower lip and beckoned. Alistair wagged his head, then knelt so that he was at his brother’s level.
‘I can’t see.’
Freddie had a point – they were engulfed in a forest of legs and steel capped boots.
‘Come on, hop on my shoulders.’ His muscles burned as Alistair rose. ‘You’re getting heavy mate. Hold on, we’re going to the front. Let’s show them bosses who they’ll be hurting. Wave your sign Freddie.’
‘Save jobs. Feed my brother.’
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