Midnight (Nick Hern Books) by Jacqueline Wilson

Author:Jacqueline Wilson
Language: eng
Format: mobi
ISBN: 9781854599094
Publisher: Nick Hern Books
Published: 2006-09-01T16:00:00+00:00

Dear CD.,

I wonder what you were like when you were a little boy? I know you must have loved drawing right from when you could first hold a pencil. Did your parents encourage you? I wonder about your father – maybe he wouldn't have liked seeing y ou hunched up over a drawing pad, creating your own private fairy world? Did he nag you to go out and play football like the other little boys?

He must be so proud of you now though.

With love from

Violet

XXX

From The Book of Fairy Poetry by Casper Dream.

The. Elf King

The king of elfs, and the little fairy queen Gamboll'd on heaths, and danc'd on every green.

Nine

Jasmine came to the door in a velvet patchwork dressing gown and threw her arms round me in delighted surprise.

'How lovely you're here so early. We're still having breakfast. Come and have some.'

I had a second breakfast with Jasmine and Jonathan.

He was so different from my dad, from anyone else's dad. He was this cool thin fantastic guy with longish tousled fair hair, in jeans and a grey T-shirt. Will's kind of clothes, but less rumpled and saggy, probably an expensive designer version. There was nothing remotely saggy about Jonathan. His T-shirt was tight fitting, with very short sleeves, showing off his carefully toned muscles and flat stomach.

'Hi, Violet. Wonderful name!' he said, as if I was 115

wonderful too. 'I've heard so much about you already.

You and Jasmine are obviously great friends.

'Yes, we are,' I said happily.

'She's a lovely girl, my daughter, isn't she?' said Jonathan.

'Dad!' said Jasmine, rolling her eyes. 'Shut up!'

Jonathan didn't seem to mind at all. He just pulled a funny face, miming zipping his mouth – though he talked non stop throughout breakfast. He told some slightly silly joke and I laughed obediently, but Jasmine put her head on one side and said, 'Come again, Dad?

That's meant to be funny 7' Jonathan pretended to be upset, hanging his head, and Jasmine laughed and ruffled his fair hair, calling him a poor old love.

She talked a lot too, telling him all about school, going on about Marnie and Terry, and she swore, a real four-letter word, but Jonathan didn't turn a hair. I imagined telling my dad to shut up, ticking him off for making stupid jokes, ruffling his hair, swearing straight in his face. It was impossible. I simply wouldn't dare.

I didn't dare say much to Jonathan either because I was so shy. He was very patient, asking me stuff about my family. I answered monosyllabically and he tactfully changed the subject. He talked about me instead, asking me what I liked to do most.

'I sew,' I said. I'd sewn Jasmine a present but I felt too shy to give it to her straight away, especially in front of her father.

'What sort of sewing? My girlfriend Georgia does tapestry.'

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'I just sew . . . small stuff. And I look at books a lot.'

'Fantastic! I hope you turn my Jas into a bookworm, Violet. She's a shocker.

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