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before the morning rush. The Warr family is well liked in Wid. They’re proper, hard working people, looking after Farmer Bell’s goats and chickens.
Whereas LankyLa is another small time member of the mob, earning a commission on the money he collects from protection rackets.
“TrickyWarr’s not going to cope well with that news,” adds Mrs Bell, “nor will Angel.”
Angel works at the tavern, which is how they met.
“Angel’s gone too. Nobody knows where she’s gone.”
TrickyWarr is MickeyWarr’s fifteen year old sister. She’s still at school, and is struggling to make sense of life in 2450AD. Particularly, the way that society functions in Worringfolk. Or fails to function! Some of her ancestors moved out when they had the chance. North towards the Lake District, to what is now Wolfland. Or west towards Eryri, in Meirionnydd.
They had heard that Lancaster was a prosperous place with a mix of farming, and industry, and ship building. Some people chose Meirionnydd, because it has plenty of farm work. It’s an agricultural oasis with vineyards, olives, and all manner of produce.
They make good wine in Meirionnydd, and even champagne. And naturally everybody speaks Welsh.
For a Scouser escaping Worringfolk, Wolfland is considered the easier option. That’s if they can find a way out! Whichever way they go, all the other territories have stable governments.
TrickyWarr was supposed to be keeping a secret, but felt that now was the best time to explain. Angel had wanted to elope with MickeyWarr. They weren’t intending to do it just yet. They had wanted to go north and look for work. Apparently!
Sitting at the breakfast table on Monday morning, supposedly getting ready for school, TrickyWarr is visibly restless and merely pushing her food about the plate.
“Mum …”
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