Vesper concentrates. ‘Marm?’ ‘Nearly. Harm. H-arm. Can you say that? H-arm.’ ‘Mama!’ The Vagrant staggers, shoulders shaking, the laughter silent, uncontrollable. He grabs the wall for support. ‘No, not Mama. Harm.’ ‘Dada?’ Harm points to the breathless Vagrant. ‘That’s Dada.’ He points to himself. ‘Harm. Or Uncle. Can you say Uncle? Un-cle.’ ‘Umm-bull.’
