Rain (Hudson Series #1) by V. C. Andrews

Author:V. C. Andrews
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Washington (D.C.), Richmond (Va.), Teenage girls, Family, Dysfunctional families, Racially mixed people, Bildungsromans, Horror, Girls, General, Birthmothers, Sagas, Suspense, Thrillers, Young women, Fiction, Domestic fiction, Media Tie-In
ISBN: 9780671007676
Publisher: Simon and Schuster
Published: 2007-04-01T05:00:00+00:00

grounds. Not far off I saw a large pond. It looked like it had a dock and two rowboats tied there. From this height and distance, the water resembled a sheet of clear thin ice, so still, glittering in the sun. What a beautiful place this is, I thought. How I wished Mama could see it. Maybe someday she would.

I suddenly realized I was very hungry and

hurried out, pausing before I started down the stairs. I had the strange feeling I was being watched, but when I turned and looked at the doors to the other rooms, I saw they were all shut tight. I listened for a moment and then bounced down the steps. Merilyn must have been waiting for me because the moment I rounded the stairway, I heard her say, "Finally."

I saw her disappear through a door. I felt funny and awkward just sauntering in and sitting down at the long, polished wood table by myself. A setting had been placed for me on the other end. I walked to it slowly, gazing at the large mural on the wall. It depicted a country setting with a brook and hills, animals and small cottages. There was something about it that made it seem like a faraway place. I continued to stare at it after I sat.

Merilyn came through the doorway from the

kitchen carrying a silver tray upon which she had a platter of chicken salad, crackers, and small dinner rolls. She placed the tray on a server and then brought the dishes to the table.

"What would you like to drink?"

"Just water is fine," I said nodding at the pitcher already set before me.

After she set the food down, she poured a glass of water for me. Then she took a step back and waited as if she wanted to see whether or not I liked the chicken salad. I glanced at her and tasted it.

"This is very good," I said.

She didn't smile. She just turned and started back to the kitchen.

"Excuse me," I said before she left the dining room. She turned.

"Yes?"

"What is this picture?" I asked nodding at the mural.

"It's a place in England where Mr. Hudson's family lived is what I was told. Don't ask me where. I wasn't told exactly, and I wouldn't know anyway. I've never been to England:' she said and left before I could ask anything else.

After I ate, I walked through the house. There was a very formal living room with furniture that looked like it had rarely been used. All the tables were polished to the point where I could see my face reflected in the wood. There were paintings everywhere, all the same style and period and all rather dark, I thought. Whenever the sun was blocked by a cloud, the rooms took on a melancholy gloom since there were no lamps lit and the furniture was all dark wood. Everything looked impersonal to me.

Finally, when I gazed around the office, I saw some evidence of family. There were pictures on the large oak desk.

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