Following Orders

A Memory of Law.

One day at Law Junction the stationmaster was conducting his daily inspection when he called me over and pointed to something white on the track. “Get rid of that woman’s thing”, he barked. I was only 15 years old and had no idea what a ‘woman’s thing’ was. Nonetheless I promptly leapt off the platform on to the railway line, retrieved the object the stationmaster found so offensive and quickly disposed of it. Such were the duties of a junior porter in those days!

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