Footprints in the Sand. Chloe Rayban
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Название: Footprints in the Sand
Автор: Chloe Rayban
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Детская проза
isbn: 9780007400621
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‘Umm. Blue… Blue and white.’
So we both set out on a search for this fictitious flip-flop. I concentrated my efforts on the area around my rock. He backtracked a bit down the beach. But I could tell he was sneaking glances at me.
‘So you came back?’ he called over from where he was splashing around in the shallows.
‘Mmm. Mum liked it here. So I had to give in, in the end.’
‘Ohh?’
I clambered over some rough shale to where there was a rock pool. And believe it or not, right in the middle – there was a blue and white flip-flop. It was old and tarry, looked as if it’d been in the pool forever.
‘I’ve found it!’ I said.
‘Have you?’ (He sounded ever so surprised.)
‘Yep. But I don’t think I can reach it.’
He joined me and we both stood gazing down at the flip-flop.
‘You could probably reach it if you climbed down,’ I suggested. ‘Your arms are longer than mine.’
‘Yeah, guess so.’ But he didn’t seem in too much of a hurry. Instead he asked: ‘You staying back at the taverna?’
‘Yes.’
‘How long for?’
‘Not sure. Depends…’
‘On what?’
‘Oh I don’t know. Mum’s always getting ideas. She’ll probably want to go off and delve about in some boring old ruin or something.’
‘There’s an interesting site on the next island.’
‘Is there?’
‘Well, it’s not up to much – mainly Roman but…’
‘Whatever you do, don’t tell Mum about it.’
He grinned. ‘You going back to the taverna now?’
‘Mmm… sun’s going down.’
‘Maybe I’ll walk back with you.’
‘Aren’t you going to get the flip-flop?’
‘Yeah, guess so.’
I watched as he clambered down the slippery side of the pool and picked it out. It was so gross. Must’ve been in there ten years at least. It was all rough and perished and had disgusting slimy algae growing all over it.
‘How can you tell it’s yours? You’d better try it on,’ I suggested wickedly.
He turned and looked at me through half-closed eyes and caught my expression.
‘Here catch,’ he said, making as if to throw it to me.
I flinched.
But he didn’t really throw it. Instead he turned and hurled it as far as he could out to sea.
‘What a waste,’ I said.
He laughed.
‘Yeah, well. What’s the use of one flip-flop, anyway?’
He didn’t walk all the way back to the taverna with me. He stopped at the foot of the steps and said in a kind of embarrassed voice:
‘You go up first.’
‘And he’s got manners too!’
‘No, it’s not that. Stavros, the guy who runs the taverna – he says I’m not meant to socialize with the guests.’
‘We were only walking up the beach. I’d hardly call that socializing.’
‘No, he’s like that. Doesn’t even want me talking to people.’
‘That’s a bit heavy. How are you meant to communicate?’
‘I take all the orders in sign language.’
‘Sure.’
‘Go on. Go ahead. I’ll give you five minutes, then follow.’
I walked up the steps, only too conscious of him watching me. I mean, he was trying to pretend he wasn’t, but I could tell he was. I felt kind of flattered and embarrassed at the same time. I came to the top of the steps to find Mum was up and sitting at a table on the terrace, reading.
She looked up from her book.
‘Where’ve you been? You look pleased with yourself.’
I flopped down on a chair beside her.
‘Just for a walk down the beach. I’m really thirsty. Do you think we could order some drinks?’
‘Did you see anyone?’
‘Anyone? Like who?’ I ignored Mum’s expression and got up and went over to the kitchen.
I poked my head around the door but Stavros wasn’t in there. ‘Do you think Stavros’d mind if I helped myself from the fridge and paid him back later?’
Mum wasn’t listening. She was looking over at Ben, who was standing at the top of the steps, silhouetted against the low evening sun.
‘Someone trying to do me out of a job?’ he asked.
‘Hello,’ said Mum.
‘We thought you must’ve left.’
(How could she? She’d made it so obvious we’d been talking about him. I could have killed her.)
‘I had a few things to do in town. Then soon as I got back, the wind was absolutely perfect…’
‘For windsurfing? So it was you we’ve been watching, out in the bay with the pink and blue sail…’
‘Yeah. Must’ve been.’
‘Please, do you think I could have a drink?’ I interrupted Mum before she could give him a total rundown of every single movement we’d seen him make.
‘What can I get you?’
I thought I’d impress him with my Greek. ‘Portocalada?’
‘Coming up.’
‘And I’d love a cold white wine,’ said Mum.
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