Hudson 1: Rain by V. C. Andrews

Author:V. C. Andrews [Andrews, V. C.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Horror
ISBN: 9782290316085
Publisher: J'ai lu
Published: 2000-03-02T05:00:00+00:00

like my stomach had been turned into a popcorn maker. My electrified nerve endings kept exploding with little bursts of nervous energy. The sun was pouring through my window brighter than I expected. I glanced at the clock, realized I nearly had overslept, and then flew out of bed. I took a quick shower, dressed in my new black skirt and cashmere sweater set, and did the best I could with my hair with the time I had before hurrying downstairs to breakfast. When I entered the dining room, I found my orange juice already had been poured in my glass. The moment I sat, Merilyn appeared in the kitchen doorway like a figure in a cuckoo clock.

"What would you like for breakfast?" she asked without saying good morning. "Eggs, cereal, toast? We also have sweet rolls and bacon."

"Oh no, Marilyn. I couldn't eat much this morning. Just some toast and coffee."

"Butter and jam?"

"Yes, please."

She went back into the kitchen. I sat

impatiently. Why couldn't I fix my own breakfast? I had been afraid of even suggesting it for fear I would violate another unwritten rule of the house or that Merilyn would think I was trying to undercut her. I might as well be sitting on a car fender, I thought, as I shifted my weight uncomfortably and drummed my fingers on the table. I was so eager when Merilyn finally brought the toast and coffee that I gobbled it down before she cleared off the empty juice glass, poured me a cup of coffee and returned to the kitchen.

"I thought you said you weren't hungry," she remarked, the corners of her mouth sagging.

"I'm not. I'm just nervous," I said.

"About going to school?" She laughed through her nose. "What's there to be nervous about? You can't get fired," she moaned, gazing at the doorway. "I thought I did a good job last night."

"You did," I said amazed.

"Mrs. Hudson called down to tell me I had overcooked the fish and dried out the potatoes." She glared at me sharply. "Did you complain?"

"No," I said. "I thought it was all just fine."

"So did I, but my opinion don't count," she moaned and returned to the kitchen.

I sat there sipping my coffee. Grandmother Hudson was really a very unhappy woman, I decided, and Mama always says unhappy people are fertile ground for complaints. In their garden complaints grow like weeds.

The grandfather clock boomed on the half hour and I was up like a jack-in-the-box hurrying out the front door.

I stopped after I closed it and turned to face the beautiful, warm day with clouds looking like dabs of white paint on a blue canvas. When I shaded my eyes, I saw Jake Marvin standing at the opened rear door of the Rolls Royce. He was dressed in a snappy, gray chauffeur's uniform with black trim on the cuffs and collar and he wore a cap. I didn't realize until this very moment that I was going to school in the Rolls Royce. Me,

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