Page 19 - SAMPLE Talking the the Moon
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She hesitates for a moment then laughs. “Of course,” she says.
And she turns round. As we walk back past the house Mimi’s neighbour Lee appears in his front garden across the road and shouts, “Beautiful morning!”
We wave.
The seagull calls from the top of the house. Twelve times. Mimi does another little dance and (because Lee’s gone back inside) I do one too. Don’t ask me why. Just because.
Bracelet
Streams of cars race along the road that stretches along the seafront. Mimi grabs my hand at the traffic lights as if she has to hold me back (she doesn’t). I’m as tall as she is but I don’t mind. It reminds me of being little. Her hands are cold and bony and our shoulders tap. Something jangles on her wrist.
“You’re wearing your bracelet,” I say.
“Yes,” she says. “I was in the mood.”
She’s taken it off the mantelpiece and tied it round her
wrist.
“Is it a special occasion?” I say. “I suppose so,” she says.
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