'He was exactly the same as ever . . . a little boy, and she was grown up. She huddled by the fire, not daring to move, helpless and guilty, a big woman.
'Hello, Wendy,' he said, not noticing any difference, for he was thinking chiefly of himself . . .
'Hello, Peter,' she said, faltering, 'are you expecting me to fly away with you?'
'Of course, that is why I have come.'
'I can't come,' she said apologetically, 'I have forgotten how to fly.' (She turns up the light)
He gave a cry of pain.
'I am old, Peter. I am ever so much more than 20. I grew up long ago.'
'You promised not to]'
'I couldn't help it. I am a married woman . . . the little girl . . . is my baby.'
. . . He took a step towards the sleeping child, with his dagger upraised. Of course he did not strike. He sat on the floor instead and sobbed; and Wendy . . . ran out of the room.
(Peter and Jane fly away, and Wendy explains to Nana the dog): 'When Jane grows up I hope she will have a little daughter who will fly away with him . . . and this way may I go on for ever and ever . . . so long as children are young and innocent . . . and heartless.'
August 1993: Michael Jackson, who has called his house Neverland, is accused of child abuse.Reuse content