All Sorts of Possible by Rupert Wallis Read Free Book Online Page B

the surface of his
chest, the space inside him somewhere he could not touch.
    But somehow Lawson had reached it.
    ‘You see?’ said Lawson, pointing at the bulb, his breathing more normal again. ‘You see what we can do together? How we can make the fit? Making an object move without touching
it is something I’ve always struggled to do. And now I’ve done it easily because you let me. The fit might allow us to do anything we want the more we explore it.’
    ‘Can we help my dad like you said?’ asked Daniel. ‘Could we really do that too?’
    ‘I’d like to think so, Daniel. I really would. If we can make a good fit then we might well be able to do anything we want.’
    ‘I want to try again. I want to see what else we can do.’
    ‘Give me a moment,’ said Lawson, nodding up at the bulb. ‘What we just did took something out of me.’ He wiped his glistening brow and smoothed back his peppery hair,
patting its damp strands down. There were dark half-moons under the arms of his bright blue shirt.
    As Lawson rested, Daniel blinked at the bulb, staining his eyes with orange spots. ‘Do you really think it was a miracle I was saved?’ he asked.
    ‘I know what I’d like to believe. But what feels right to you? What makes the most sense?’
    ‘I don’t know,’ said Daniel. ‘It’s difficult to remember everything exactly the way it happened. I was very cold. I wasn’t thinking straight. I don’t
know if it was luck I got out or not.’
    Lawson nodded and wiped his brow. ‘Perhaps you’ll work out what to believe when we find out more about the fit and what we can do, whether we can really help your father. It might
help you to decide if you were saved in order to get your life back to how it was before.’
    ‘But why would someone save me to do that?’
    ‘Why wouldn’t they? Isn’t it what you want? To have your father back?’
    Daniel nodded. ‘Yes, more than anything. Do you feel ready to try again and see what else we can do?’
    Lawson cleared his throat. His face looked so white it was almost grey.
    ‘I think I could do with a glass of water first,’ he said. But before he could stand up they both heard a loud knocking on the front door and then it was opened with such great force
it was banging against the wall. A voice shouted into the house.
    ‘Lawson! Where are you?’
    Lawson tottered to his feet as a huge, bald man wearing a tight-fitting blue suit appeared in the doorway.
    He peered at them in the low orange light from the bulb, blinking, as laughter suddenly erupted behind him out of sight in the hallway. It was the sort you might hear late at night in the street
and not want to glance up in case you caught the wrong person’s eye.
    The bald man beamed, pointed a finger at Daniel. ‘You’re that boy, the one who came out of the ground, the one in the papers and on the news.’ He rubbed his big hands together
and took a deep breath of the incense-flavoured air, observing the curtains were drawn. ‘What’s going on here, Lawson? What magic are you dabbling in now? Is it something to help with
finding that antique flask I want, the one that’s going to change my life forever?’
    Lawson just stood there, his pale face glistening, as if struggling to work out what was happening and why.
    ‘COME ON, LAWSON!’ shouted the bald man, spit flying like sparks off his lips. ‘I haven’t got all day.’ He peered at him as though trying to spot him through a fog.
‘What’s wrong with you?’
    Lawson seemed to think about speaking and then he turned quickly and picked up the metal bin near him just in time before throwing up into the white plastic liner.
    The bald man wrinkled his nose as two other large men edged their way into the living room, all three of them watching Lawson as he set the bin outside in the hallway.
    ‘I hope it’s not catching,’ said the bald man, making the other two laugh. He plucked the immaculate white handkerchief from the top pocket of his