Seventeen-Years Old - Christie Malry

Headlam 29

‘I’m twenty-nine,’ said Headlam, ‘and I’ve worked for Tapper’s since I was twenty. In that time my salary has just about kept pace with the cost of living. I am at a standstill, except when I am with lovely Lucy. If Stegginson dropped dead tomorrow I should be in line for his job. I could do it with the greatest of ease. So can he. I shall be forty-seven when he retires. If I stay, if I live. I like it this way, I’m happy, I have all I want.’