Название: An Unconventional Love
Автор: Adeline Harris
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Биографии и Мемуары
isbn: 9780007354269
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January was a grim month of sleet and freezing rain and grey, overcast skies. My grandparents had had enough. They didn’t like the climate, didn’t like the food, didn’t want to stay here, so after three months of an English winter they upped and flew back to Bombay.
‘The atmosphere is too damp, Emily. I can’t breathe here,’ her mother said.
They couldn’t return to their house because it still wasn’t safe, so they gave all their possessions to a convent in Bangalore, in return for which the nuns agreed to take them in and look after them for the rest of their lives.
‘Can’t I go too?’ I begged. ‘I could train to be a nun there.’ In my head, I thought Clara could come over and live with me and we would be nuns together. Not a day passed without me missing Clara.
Dad gave me short shrift. ‘Your school is here. Your parents and your brother are here, and this is where you are going to live. Please try to understand.’
I didn’t like my school though. If I couldn’t go to Bangalore, I wanted to go to the Ursuline convent in Chester, which had a lovely green and grey uniform, but for some reason Dad wouldn’t let me.
‘Let’s see if you pass the Eleven Plus,’ he said. ‘You can go to a different school after that. Be good, sweet maid, and let who can be clever.’
Eleven sounded ages away when I was only just seven. ‘But I want to be a nun,’ I insisted. ‘I should go to school in a convent so I can learn how they work.’
‘You can become a nun after you’ve finished St Mary’s,’ he said. ‘There’s plenty of time for that.’
I still felt like the outsider at that school. My family did things differently from all the other families. As a case in point, the rest of the class went swimming every Tuesday in the Crewe swimming baths but Mother didn’t want me to swim there. First of all, I would have to show my arms and legs to everyone else, which wouldn’t be modest and proper. Secondly, I might catch something horrible from the water, or be exposed to some awful disease in the changing rooms.
I was embarrassed to be the only one in the class who wasn’t allowed to swim, so I took my old ruched swimsuit from the summer and an ancient threadbare towel and I put them in a plastic bag, which I dropped out of my bedroom window into the flowerbed outside. On the way to school on Tuesday morning, I picked up that carrier bag and was able to go swimming with my classmates. After school I hid the bag full of wet things in some bushes in the garden. The following Tuesday morning I picked it up again and the costume and towel were all damp and mouldy and smelled so dreadful that no one would stand beside me, but at least I could go swimming with the others. I did this each week, the smell getting worse until the costume and the towel disintegrated.
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