Granny Beavis

"Can you tell me your name laddie?" the policeman was kneeling down
so that he was the same height as me. He looked funny with all his
gadgets and bits of metal around his chest and waist, and his radio
quietly talking to itself, but I didn't smile, I didn't feel like
smiling now.
"My name is David Arthur William Hodgson and I am six years old." I
always say this because I know that grown ups always want to know how
old you are, but they get angry if you ask them how old they are.
I was getting worried, Granny Beavis had been lying on the ground for a
good while now, but I couldn't see her as there was a man and a woman
in green shirts there, and a lot of other people were looking in at
Granny too. They were also people and policemen down the street,
looking at the black car with black windows that had stopped after it
had hit Granny, and the boys had run out of the car and down towards
the centre of town.
"Where do you live David?" I could see that the policeman was sweating
and fiddling with his handcuffs, and looking over at the other
policeman who was trying to move people back from Granny. I stared at
where Granny was - maybe she was trying to get up, but I think even
then I knew that wasn't going to happen. I started sucking my knuckles;
I knew that if Granny was OK then she would tell me off for doing
this.
"I live with my mommy and Granny Beavis in Walsall, and with my daddy
and Auntie Brenda in Birmingham. Is Granny going to be alright?".
"Where in Walsall do you live? Can you remember the address?" The
policeman was making me more upset now. I was never able to remember
the address, I had tried really hard to remember but there were a lot
of numbers and letters in it, and I couldn't think. I was also thinking
about whether I would get into trouble with mommy and daddy about
this.
"Granny knows where I live. She will be able to tell you when she wakes
up."
"I'm sorry David, but I think your Granny may be asleep for a long
time." I saw something with wheels going back to the ambulance, not a
shopping trolley, but like one of those trolleys that were in the Carry
on Films that daddy liked to watch. There was a blanket over the whole
length of the trolley. A lumpy, red blanket.
"We've got her purse Steve, and a home address from a library card."
The other policeman had come over and was holding Granny's handbag. He
looked funny holding it instead of Granny, but I didn't laugh.
"Let's get this over with then Simon", and then he turned back to me
"Would you like a ride home in a police car David?"