646. Aunt Sonja

© Bruce Goodman 18 July 2015

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Sonja was like an aunt to all the street kids. She made sure they had somewhere safe to sleep. She made sure they found enough food. After all, she was living on the street herself.

Often being a pick-pocket is associated with the males of the species. This worked to Sonja’s advantage. No one suspected that the sweet old lady smiling and asking for money was actually stripping those who refused of their wallets. She was a master. And she passed on the skill to her young street charges. They were good at it, but not as good as Aunt Sonja.

“Take only what you need,” she instructed them. And indeed they did. Except for Dario. He was greedy. He stole off Sonja. He tried it only the once. No one steals off Aunt Sonja.

There’s loyalty among thieves. When I say he tried it only the once, I mean he wasn’t around to try it again.

29 thoughts on “646. Aunt Sonja

        1. Bruce Goodman Post author

          All these people that are so jolly well-read. Where do you get the time? How can I read about “Diseases in Vegetables” if I’m reading all this other stuff? And thanks for the suggestion – I shall seek out Rice’s book.

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  1. Keith Channing

    There’s something of Marx – Karl, not Chico, Harpo or Groucho – in Aunt Sonja: from each according to his means, to each according to his needs (unless your name is Dario). There are parallels with Robin Hood, too. Of course, the middle man (RH and his band) was cut out so, rather than robbing the rich to give to the poor, the poor were robbing the rich. Somewhat laudable, except for the bastard who picked my pocket during my first and only trip on the Paris Metro some years ago!

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    1. Bruce Goodman Post author

      LOL and all power to the bastard – except I know how you feel. I was taught (as a teacher) how to pick pocket by a 13 year old street master in my class! (Although I’ve never used the skill outside the classroom) – but I had the only classroom in the city that hadn’t been ransacked! The street kid incidentally used to cycle an hour and a half one way every day to get to my classes. I rightfully (I think) regarded it as an honour.

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