Chapter 83
Looking Without Seeing
While trying to flag a taxi, a homeless man came up to Wilbur asking for change. Wilbur was so fixated on the black cab he ignored the man completely. Then the man tapped him on the arm and Wilbur jerked away and scowled at him.
‘Get off me.’
The Dreamer looked down at his sandals in shame.
‘This world is full of folk who look but never see,’ said the Ghost.
‘I remember those words. But not who said them.’
‘It was Victor. Victor Willows. You know, the homeless bloke in Sheffield who’d lost everything in the war. The one we used to chat to.’
‘Ah, yes, I remember him.’
The Ghost nodded. ‘It’s a pity he doesn’t,’ he said as they watched the other Wilbur climbing into the taxi and telling the driver to head to the Budd Books offices on Haymarket.
And the two spectres stood there in the road as the taxi drove right through them.
‘Okay,’ the Dreamer said, ‘I see it now.’