Wee
soul of five or six, indomitable, frail on doorstep faces only neighbour with
camera in that street. Neat plump body in creaseless Brownie shirt, tie, skirt,
touchingly thin legs in socks, sandals, faces forward, eyes looking warily
sideways. Wee soul, though your parents still live, I can see you already know that
much you hope for will never be.