As the youngest Shelby child and twin to Finn Shelby, Kezia has spent the last 4 of her 10 years locked away for her mental defectiveness.
She returns to Small Heath under the legal guardianship of her brother, Thomas Shelby. Despite knowing she's s...
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Alfie's home in Margate is filled with bizarre taxidermy and a tinge of Gothic everywhere. It's a cluster-fuck of weirdness and power just like him. Makes sense that his London home should be the same. Just with more gold and natural light than the Margate home...which, uh, there will be a reason for 👀.
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
"They won't hurt Arthur, will they?"
Alfie and Kizzie sat outside on the bench, waiting for his car to come around.
"If he doesn't hurt them, they won't hurt him."
"Oh."
He took off his hat and placed it on her head. "But we know the way your brother is."
"Yeah." She sighed deeply and looked across the dark street. It must be late. But she wasn't tired. Her body felt supercharged. "Why are you wearing two hats?"
Alfie's eyes looked up as his hand ran through the top of his head, taking off the cap Kizzie sometimes saw people in Camden Town wearing when she visited. It was larger than the palm of his hand. "Wearin' this is to remind us Jews that God is always above us at all times. Men are meant to always wear it... I only do on holidays."
"Like the Passover."
"Right, yeah." He tipped the brim of his hat on Kizzie upward. "Wearin' both adds to humility. You're respecting God twice as hard."
"Oh."
The black car pulled around the front. The driver exited and wordlessly opened the back passenger door.
Alfie stood without help from his cane, but Kizzie heard the painful exhale he let out. "Ready?"
"Okay."
Kizzie hopped into the backseat first and scooched to the far end. Alfie came inside next, grunting as he twisted his body and bent his knees to get inside. He filled up the entire backseat. Kizzie felt like a doll beside him.
"Are you not driving because you hurt your leg?"
Alfie tugged at his coat sleeves. "I never learned to drive."
"So you just used to walk everywhere?"
"I did, in fact. And ride in a cab." He leaned in close with a smile and whispered, "The rich have drivers, little bird."
"My brother is rich and he still drives, though."
"It's bein' rich on the inside."
"Oh."
That made sense. Tommy didn't feel accomplished, Kizzie knew that. Not in the way he wanted to be, at least. And that was the problem. The reason he got in trouble and almost died and almost left Kizzie.
