The Mystery of the Cupboard. Lynne Banks Reid
Читать онлайн.| Название | The Mystery of the Cupboard |
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| Автор произведения | Lynne Banks Reid |
| Жанр | Детская проза |
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| Издательство | Детская проза |
| Год выпуска | 0 |
| isbn | 9780007382927 |
For my family.
Contents
4. Jessica Charlotte’s Notebook
Epilogue: A Funeral – and After
“But Mum, I don’t want to move house again!”
Omri’s mother stared at him with her mouth slightly ajar. She turned away for a moment as if she simply couldn’t think of a thing to say, and then swiftly turned back.
“Omri, you know what, you’re incredible. Ever since we moved here you’ve done nothing but moan. You hated the district, you hated the street, you hated the house—”
“I never said I hated the house! I like the house. I love the garden. Anyway, even if I did hate it, I wouldn’t want to move. All that packing and general hassle last time, it was awful! Why do we have to move again?”
“Listen, darling. You remember the freak storm?”
Omri stared at her. Remember it? Could anyone who’d survived it possibly ever forget it?
“Stupid me, of course you do, I only meant— well, it wrecked the greenhouse—”
“It wrecked my room—”
“The chimney fell off, the roof had to be—”
“But Mum, that was all months ago. It’s all been mended, pretty well.”
“At vast cost,” put in his father, who was sitting at the breakfast-room table writing out a description of their house. It was coming home unexpectedly early and catching his father on the phone to an estate agent that had tipped Omri off that his parents were thinking about selling and moving.
“Yes, and now with a new roof and everything, it’s a good time to sell. Besides, Dad really hates living in town.”
Now it was Omri’s turn to have his mouth hanging open.
“You mean we’re not going to live in London?”
“No. We’re going to live in the country.”
Omri sat up sharply. “The country!” he almost shouted, as dismayed as if his father had announced they were going to live at the bottom of the sea.
“Yes, dear, the country,” said his mother. “That big green place with all the trees - you know, you’ve seen it through the car window when we’ve been racing from one hideous town to another.”
Omri ignored her sarcasm. “Would it be Kent?” His best friend, Patrick, lived in Kent.
“No.”
That put the lid on any thoughts that it might not be so bad.
“But - but - are we just moving because of Dad?”
“Certainly not,” his father said promptly. “We’re also moving because the local high school, which your brothers already go to and which you will, in theory, be starting at in September, is a sink. It’s enough that two of my sons come home two days out of five looking as if they’ve fallen under a bus. It’s enough that Gillon’s marks are in steady decline. I’m not going to compound my mistake by sending you there too.”
But Omri had stopped listening and was halfway to the door.
“Do Adiel and Gillon know?”
“We were going to have a family conference tonight after supper. Only you wrung it out of me,” said his father. “And you don’t have to go telling them straight away—”
But Omri was already charging up the stairs. At the top he burst into the first room he came to, which was Gillon’s.
“We’re going to live in the country!” he exploded.
Gillon, who had jumped up guiltily from his bed (where he’d been lying reading a magazine instead of doing homework) because he thought it was a parent, slumped back again and stared at Omri, stunned.
“The country!” he repeated in exactly the same tone as Omri had used. “We can’t be! What’ll we do there? There’s nothing to do in the country, we’ll be bored out of our minds!”
But