About this story
Tommy is my only child and therefore meant for greatness; ordinary measurements cannot settle what Providence intends. You step into this one-chapter preview with Bubbly Upmore at the center, where choices turn on the people, promises, and pressure already in the room. Her certainty pointed toward fame you had never requested. The chapter closes on a continuation question rather than resolving the novel's larger arc.
How it opens
Your father boiled soap in Maiden Lane and weighed more than eighteen stone, while your mother was nearly as substantial and twice as certain.
Mrs UpmoreTommy is my only child and therefore meant for greatness; ordinary measurements cannot settle what Providence intends.
You played like other London boys except that a strong following wind carried you faster than feet alone appeared able to manage.
Tommy UpmoreWith wind ahead, Polly Windsor beats me; with it behind, no one catches me before a wall does.
Uncle WilliamCome drink my health, Tommy; perhaps you will never see me again, which is the best reason to celebrate while I am visible.
Enter hungry from the cinder heaps and let your uncle's exuberance remain his rather than becoming your responsibility.