Flora & Ulysses by DiCamillo Kate

Author:DiCamillo, Kate [DiCamillo, Kate]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, azw3
ISBN: 9780763667245
Publisher: Candlewick
Published: 2013-09-24T04:00:00+00:00

You,” said Dr. Meescham to Flora, “will have a seat on the sofa and listen to the Mozart, and I will go and make us some sandwiches.”

“What about my father?” said Flora. “Shouldn’t I tell him where I am?”

“Mr. George Buckman knows where you are,” said Dr. Meescham. “He knows that you are safe. So, good. All is good. You will sit on the horsehair sofa, please.”

Dr. Meescham went into the kitchen, and Flora turned and looked at the couch. It was a huge couch. She dutifully sat down on it and then slowly, very slowly, slid off it.

“Wow,” she said.

She climbed back up on the couch and concentrated on staying put. She sat with her hands on either side of her and her legs straight out in front of her. She felt like an oversize doll. She also felt very, very tired. And a tiny bit confused.

Maybe I’m in shock, she thought.

TERRIBLE THINGS CAN HAPPEN TO YOU! had done an issue listing the symptoms of shock, but Flora couldn’t remember what they were.

Was one of the symptoms of shock that you couldn’t remember the symptoms of shock?

She looked over at Ulysses. He was still sitting on the dining-room table. He looked confused, too.

She waved at him, and he nodded back.

And then she noticed that there was a picture hanging on the wall opposite the couch. It was a painting of what looked like nothing but darkness. Unremitting darkness.

“Unremitting darkness” was a phrase that occurred often in The Criminal Element, but why would someone paint a picture of unremitting darkness?

Flora slid off the couch and walked over to the painting and stared at it more closely. In the middle of all the darkness, there was a tiny boat. It was floating on a black sea. Flora put her face right up against the painting. Something was wrapped around the boat, some tentacled shadow.

For the love of Pete! The tiny boat on the dark sea was getting eaten by a giant squid.

Flora’s heart protested with a small thud of fear. “Holy bagumba,” she whispered.

From the kitchen, there came the sound of clinking silverware and crashing plates. The opera music ended.

“Ulysses?” said Flora.

She looked behind her and saw the squirrel sitting on the floor, sniffing his tail.

“Come here,” she said to him.

He walked over to her, and she picked him up and put him on her shoulder. “Look,” she said.

He stared at the painting.

“This boat is getting eaten by a gigantic squid.”

He nodded.

“It’s a tragedy,” said Flora. “There are people on board that boat. Look, you can see them. They’re ant-size. But they’re people.”

Ulysses squinted. He nodded again.

“They’re all going to die,” explained Flora. “Every last one of them. As a superhero, you should be outraged. You should want to save them. Incandesto would!”

“Ah,” said Dr. Meescham, coming up behind them, “you are studying my poor, lonely giant squid.”

“Lonely?” said Flora.

“The giant squid is the loneliest of all God’s creatures. He can sometimes go for the whole of his life without seeing another of his kind.

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