‘Where’s Chelsea?’ Tilly stared at his badge. ‘Dunno.’ He started tapping again. ‘Why do you wear a badge of a place you don’t even know?’ I said. ‘Because it makes you a part of it.’ He missed the last tap, and his football drifted across the road. ‘It means you fit in.’ ‘Only in your own head,’ I had to shout, because half of him was in someone else’s hedge bottom. He reappeared, holding the ball to his chest. ‘But that’s the only place that matters,’ he said.
