Things the Eye Can't See. Penny Joelson

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Название Things the Eye Can't See
Автор произведения Penny Joelson
Жанр Учебная литература
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      First published in Great Britain in 2020

       by Electric Monkey, an imprint of Egmont UK Limited

       2 Minster Court, London EC3R 7BB

      Text copyright © 2020 Penny Joelson

      The moral rights of the author have been asserted

      ISBN 978 1 4052 9491 1

      eBook ISBN 978 1 4052 9514 7

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      To my nephews and niece,

       Asher, Sammy and Layla

      CONTENTS

       Cover

       Title Page

       Copyright

       Dedication

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       Acknowledgements

       Back series promotional page

      The voice startles me because it sounds like Charlie. I’m good at recognising voices, but it can’t be him, can it? Charlie used to be in my form group at school, but no one’s seen him for about six months. I’m down a quiet path – not far from my house. He’s calling my name.

      I move my camera from my eye and stand upright. The poppy on the grassy verge, the one I was about to photograph with my macro lens, shape-shifts from perfect crimson petals around deep dark stamens to a slight fleck of red. I can only see clearly one or two centimetres in front of my eyes. My guide dog Samson shuffles beside me and stands as if expecting us to move on.

      ‘Wait, Samson,’ I say, pulling gently on his harness as I turn in the direction of the voice. Someone’s there, but he’s just a vague, dark blob.

      ‘Libby!’

      He says it again – my name. His voice distinctive, gravelly, but sounding older than I remember. He’s coming nearer and the blur of him is familiar: the height, taller than me, light hair, the way he moves. It’s him – now I’m as sure as I can be. But I’m not sure if I want to talk to him – or if I ought to.

      ‘Charlie? Is it really you?’

      I feel a pull as Samson turns too, his warm back nudging at my legs. ‘Sit, Samson,’ I tell him. ‘Sit.’ Samson sits obediently and I stroke his head.

      ‘Yeah . . .’ Charlie’s close now. He sounds nervous, awkward – and I’m not surprised.

      ‘Where’ve you been all this time?’ I demand. ‘You just dropped out of school. No one knew why.’

      When he speaks his voice is low, bitter, emphatic. ‘Stuff . . . life . . . y’know?’ he says. ‘Things happen.’

      ‘I guess,’ I say.

      ‘And you,’ he says. ‘You got a dog now!’

      ‘Yeah – this is Samson,’ I tell him.

      ‘He’s lovely. You’re lovely, boy!’ he says to Samson. ‘I like dogs.’ He sounds sad now, wistful.

      ‘What happened, Charlie? Can’t you tell me?’

      ‘Na. But . . . I want to ask you something – a favour.’

      My heart speeds up, wondering what he could possibly want. Perhaps I should have ignored him. I’ve always felt nervous around Charlie. He got excluded from school for fighting – more than once. He was sent to a referral unit for a while, for