He flinched, but then straightaway he seemed to change his demeanour. ‘Well hello Martin O’Brien,’ he said in a little voice that sounded something like a door hinge creaking. ‘Hello yourself,’ I replied. ‘You find me in a sorry situation altogether Martin,’ he said. ‘Oh is that so?’ ‘Yes, terrible,’ he said. ‘I was just on my way to see my people and this happened.’ The little man pointed to his foot.
