The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time by Simon Stephens & Mark Haddon

Author:Simon Stephens & Mark Haddon
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Drama, General
ISBN: 9781408173350
Publisher: Bloomsbury Publishing
Published: 2012-08-22T22:00:00+00:00

a simile, too). But I knew that the room couldn’t be swinging backward and forward, so it must have been something which

was happening inside my head.

I rolled onto the bed and curled up in a ball.

My stomach hurt.

I don’t know what happened then because there is a gap in

my memory, like a bit of the tape had been erased. But I know that a lot of time must have passed because later on, when I opened my eyes again, I could see that it was dark outside the window. And I had been sick because there was sick all over the bed and on my hands and arms and face.

But before this I heard Father coming into the house and

calling out my name, which is another reason why I know a lot of time had passed.

And it was strange because he was calling, “Christopher . . . ?

Christopher . . . ?” and I could see my name written out as he was saying it. Often I can see what someone is saying written out like it is being printed on a computer screen, especially if they are in another room. But this was not on a computer screen. I could see it written really large, like it was on a big advert on the side of a bus. And it was in my mother’s handwriting, like this

And then I heard Father come up the stairs and walk into

the room.

He said, “Christopher, what the hell are you doing?”

And I could tell that he was in the room, but his voice

sounded tiny and far away, like people’s voices sometimes do

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when I am groaning and I don’t want them to be near me.

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And he said, “What the fuck are you . . . ? That’s my cup-

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board, Christopher. Those are . . . Oh shit . . . Shit, shit, shit, shit,

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shit.”

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Then he said nothing for a while.

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Then he put his hand on my shoulder and moved me onto

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my side and he said, “Oh Christ.” But it didn’t hurt when he

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touched me, like it normally does. I could see him touching me,

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like I was watching a film of what was happening in the room,

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but I could hardly feel his hand at all. It was just like the wind

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blowing against me.

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And then he was silent again for a while.

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Then he said, “I’m sorry, Christopher. I’m so, so sorry.”

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Then he said, “You read the letters.”

Then I could hear that he was crying because his breath

sounded all bubbly and wet, like it does when someone has a cold and they have lots of snot in their nose.

Then he said, “I did it for your good, Christopher. Honestly I did. I never meant to lie. I just thought . . . I just thought it was better if you didn’t know . . . that . . . that . . . I didn’t mean to . . .

I was going to show them to you when you were older.”

Then he was silent again.

Then he said, “It was an accident.

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