Runaway Fever by Monique Edwards

Author:Monique Edwards [EDWARDS, MONIQUE]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781412214728
Publisher: Trafford Publishing
Published: 2004-09-12T00:00:00+00:00

the time.” I answered, thankful that I didn’t look like the granddaughter when she was taken ill.

“Thank you for understanding.” she replied, with an almost maternal voice, “My name is Julia Norton and this is my mother, Marla, Sophie.”

“It’s very nice to meet you Julia and Marla. So… where are you two traveling this summer?” I asked politely, ready to exercise my lips for a conversation.

“Well, we’re visiting our relatives in Edinburgh for a few days, then we’re going to return to London. We’re thinking of attending Wimbledon again, though we’re not sure.”

“Ah, how fun, I always wanted to see the tennis games there.” I replied happily, for I had a certain liking for tennis. I knew what question was coming up.

“Do you have any summer plans, Sophie?” Julia asked with interest.

“It’s a long story!” I said, forcing a chuckle. Julia smiled, as any adult would, when confronted with teenage sarcasm. I did, however,decide to tell my story. As Frankenstein’s monster would explain from my point of view, “My aunt, she evil. Left aunt, need home. Very hungry. Went to town. Nice people, good food. Tired. No plans. Hope for family.” Though this was not how I actually talked, her reaction wasn’t subtle or abrupt, unfortunately. Julia first stared at me in complete shock, then expressed her “deepest sympathy”, and talked unstoppably about how concerned she was. I could understand her shocked behavior, but she couldn’t understand my calmness and humor about the situation.

“How ever do you… take the pain so, so well? How can you handle a serious matter without… crying?” she asked, in a tone a cartoon baby bird would ask its mother about flying.

I explained, quite indifferently, to the weeping willow of a person, that in order for me to survive or stay mentally correct, calmness and humor were better than tears. I preferred it that way.

“But where do you plan to go? Something could, could happen to you!” she said with adult instinct.

I agreed with the second part of her statement, however I shrugged at the “plan to go” part of the question. I explained that I was too lazy to plan anything; that I didn’t even want to plan things anytime soon. Julia was a nice lady and all, but honestly, she has to have wiser questions than that. Her next inquiry was about my aunt and how I should alert the authorities of her cruelty. I promised that I would gain revenge as soon as I possibly could by alerting the police, and that she had no need to worry. She then asked whether I knew anyone in Edinburgh, and I replied, “No.” She followed with,

“Mother and I could bring you with us, and we could help you find a place to stay.” I thought about that question for a minute. Let’s see, I’ve talked to her for an hour or so, so I would say ,”Yes”, right? No, of course not. Uh, I talked to a lady for only a little while, so what does that make her? A complete stranger.

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