Lightning Strikes (Hudson Series #2) by V. C. Andrews

Author:V. C. Andrews
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Families, Family, London (England), Racially mixed people, Horror, Girls, Fiction, Americans - England, Sagas, General, Suspense fiction, Americans, Young women, Suspense, Mansions, Domestic fiction
ISBN: 9780671007690
Publisher: Simon and Schuster
Published: 2000-07-01T05:00:00+00:00

Boggs smiled coldly.

I said good-bye and left the house like someone fleeing from one nightmare but terrified of entering another.

9

A Difficult Decision

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From the moment we left Endfield Place until we arrived at the street in Hammersmith on which Randall believed my real father lived, my heart throbbed with a pulsation that echoed through my bones and kept my chest tight, my breath short.

Randall, sensing that my nerves had been turned into sparking wicks of dynamite, talked incessantly, rambling on about sights we passed, people we saw, things he had eaten. He understood that silence fed my anxiety, which sat like some hungry monster at the base of my stomach and growled.

"How do we know he's even home now?" I asked, finally finding the strength to give voice to the storm of thoughts and questions that flashed and thundered across my brain.

"We don't. We could stop at a Dolly Malone and call," he suggested.

"A what?"

"Dolly Malone, a phone," he said smiling.

"Randall, I'm not in the mood to fool around with cockney slang at the moment."

"Okay, okay, I was just trying to get you to relax," he said.

"I can't relax," I said, slapping my closed fists against my thighs so hard even he flinched. "I don't even know why I'm doing this."

"Okay, okay. I'll call to see if he answers or if he's there and then I'll hang up. How's that?"

"Stupid," I said. "We might be tormenting some innocent man who just happens to have the same name."

"And just happens to teach Shakespeare? Don't you think that's too much of a coincidence?"

"Do you even know if he's black?" I asked.

"No," he admitted.

"Randall," I said, stopping on the sidewalk, "did he have an English accent? He might not even be an American!"

"Well, he had sort of an English accent. I mean it was very correct, resonant, but anyone who has lived here as long as he has would have picked up some British influences in his speech, don't you think?" he asked.

"I don't know. How would I know? Let's just turn around," I said.

`Turn around? We've come this far, Rain. That's silly. Come on. It's just another block," he said and my reluctant legs moved me forward. "That's it," he said, pointing, a few minutes later.

We stood across the street from a gray stone house that had a short picket fence. The window casing and the door were all painted a dull white. It looked old, but quaint. The street itself was very quiet, and I was sure that if we stood for a while where we were, we would attract some attention.

"Now that I'm here looking at the house, I really feel silly," I said. "I have no idea what to do."

"Why don't I just go to the door, ring the bell and pretend I'm looking for someone else," Randall suggested.

"No," I said taking a step back. I felt like just turning and running away.

"Why not? If he comes to the door, you'll get a good look at him. No harm done. I'll just apologize and that will be that," he said.

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