Pick Your Poison. Lauren Child

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СКАЧАТЬ It was obvious to even the casual observer that Vapona wasn’t about to ask Del the time of day.

      ‘You wanna say that again, Lasco?’ Vapona shouted. ‘I didn’t quite catch it.’

      ‘You heard me, Bugwart,’ said Del.

      ‘So say it to my face, if you dare.’

      ‘If you’d point me in the direction of your face, I’d be glad to,’ replied Del.

      Vapona didn’t wait for another insult, nor did she try and extract an apology, she just clenched her fist and aimed to sock Del right slam in the mouth, only Del, who was used to kids taking a swing at her, ducked and Vapona found her fist making contact with friend and sidekick Gemma Melamare, and it was Gemma’s dainty little snub nose that took the hit.

      The sound that came out of Melamare’s mouth made everyone freeze in their tracks; everyone but Ruby. She took the opportunity to yank Del by the hood of her sweatshirt and propel her right across the road towards the back alleys off Amster. Vapona’s gang, spellbound by what had just happened, took a minute to realise Del Lasco had left the scene.

      ‘Hey! Come back here Lasco, you chicken liver.’

      ‘Run!’ shouted Ruby.

      Del let go of the blue slushy and she ran. They both did.

      They fled down the back of the minimart and along the alley that joined Maize, over the street (car brakes screeching and horns honking) and on through the next two alleyways, across Maple, across Larch, across Fortune, and beyond, heading east to the busy road that was Crocker with all its countless seedy bars and secondhand shops filled with nothing you would ever want to buy.

      They could hear Bugwart and her pals not so far behind, their voices yelling out across the fenced passageways. They kept running; only trouble was, there was nowhere to hide, no more back alleys on Crocker, just a long wide strip of flat road and bars, pawnbrokers and gambling outlets, nowhere for a kid to blend. When they reached the Five Aces Poker Bar, Ruby realised they were in trouble. Bugwart wasn’t giving up and though Ruby, using the parkour skills that Hitch had taught her, could now easily climb a low-rise and sprint across the roofs, Del with her sprained hand and lack of parkour skills could not.

      Which was how come they ended up scrambling into the Five Aces dumpster and pulling down the lid.

      Undignified for sure, but as the old saying went, beggars really can’t be so choosy and (if you wanted another one) any port in a storm.

      Or, as Ruby’s RULE 73 had it: SOMETIMES YOU JUST HAVE TO WORK WITH WHAT YOU’VE GOT.

      Unsurprisingly, it wasn’t a nice place to hang out, and Ruby was at that moment regretting her decision to leave the tranquility of her bedroom and venture out into the big bad world.

      They could hear Vapona talking to her gang.

      ‘Where did they go?’

      ‘Beats me.’

      ‘They just disappeared!’

      Thump.

      Vapona slammed her fist on the dumpster.

      ‘We lost em.’ She sounded pretty angry about it. ‘When I find Lasco, I’m gonna pulp her!’ To illustrate this intention, Vapona thumped the dumpster again, this time so hard that Ruby felt the thud vibrate through her.

      The two of them listened to Vapona’s gang’s footsteps as they receded back towards Amster, their dread threats becoming less and less audible until only the thrum of passing cars could be heard.

      Twenty minutes later – Ruby wasn’t taking any chances – they struggled out like earwigs emerging from debris.

      They brushed themselves down, Del picking a fish head out from Ruby’s hooded top, Ruby peeling chewing gum from Del’s jeans, then they shook hands.

      ‘Congratulations Lasco, you’re alive,’ said Ruby.

      ‘But I smell like I died,’ said Del, sniffing the air. She looked at Ruby. ‘Your glasses look wonky.’

      ‘That’s the least of my problems,’ said Ruby. ‘Listen, nice bumping into you and all but I think I gotta take a shower,’ she called as she strode off towards home. The garbage smell was making her nauseous and she needed to clean up before the stench knocked her out.

      ‘Thanks for your assistance anyway,’ called Del.

      ‘No problem,’ shouted Ruby, breaking into a run. She felt this day could surely only get better, that was until the wind blew her hair over her eyes and – vision impaired – she collided with a parking meter.

      Winded, she sat down for a moment on the sidewalk.

      A banana skin fell from her sleeve.

      It had to be said, this was not the kind of day she’d expected.

      

      AS RUBY STUMBLED IN THROUGH THE KITCHEN DOOR, Greg Whitney’s voice jingled out of the radio:

       ‘SO THOSE WINDS LOOK LIKE THEY REALLY MIGHT HIT HARD.’

      ‘YOU GOT THAT RIGHT,’ replied Shelly the weather girl. ‘THEY ARE REALLY BEGINNING TO WHIP UP AND IT WON’T BE LONG BEFORE TWINFORD CITY EXPERIENCES SOME VIOLENT STORMS.’

       ‘RAIN TOO, SHELLY?’

       ‘YOU CAN COUNT ON IT, GREG!’

      Mrs Digby put down her apple peeler and planted her hands on her hips. The dishevelled state of Ruby was one thing; the smell of her a whole lot worse.

      ‘Child, have you been crouching in a garbage can by any chance?’

      Ruby opened her mouth to explain but the housekeeper put up her hands.

      ‘Before you make up a whole bundle of untruths, I might as well tell you that Mr Chester saw you climbing out of a dumpster and he didn’t wait more than a minute before dialling up my number and spreading the good news.’

      Ruby rolled her eyes.

      ‘The man is a virtual loudhailer of other people’s business,’ said Mrs Digby, ‘if you can call crouching in a garbage can “business”.’ She tutted. ‘Not that it would have escaped my keen eye that you look like something the cat dragged in but, that said, whatever you have been up to, and for whatever reason you thought it necessary, one thing’s not up for discussion: you need to take a bath.’

      Ruby sniffed the air. ‘Yeah, it was sorta rancid in there.’

      ‘I thought you were lying low today?’ said the housekeeper.

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