Feel the Fear. Lauren Child

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СКАЧАТЬ her mother clapping her hands together. ‘Hitch!’ she called, ‘We’re celebrating! Could you rustle up something celebratory?’

      There was a long ring from the doorbell followed by another and another.

      Mrs Digby answered to find Clancy hopping from one foot to the other.

      ‘Jeepers child, keep your shorts on.’

      ‘Sorry!’ called Clancy as he ran up the stairs two at a time.

      Clancy had cycled over especially to see the arm.

      ‘It’s not as hairy as I’d hoped,’ he said when Ruby showed it to him, ‘but it is definitely hairier than the other one.’

      Ruby rolled her eyes. ‘Boy, do you live a sheltered life.’

      ‘Hey Clancy,’ said Sabina, ‘how come you’re not all scrubbed up for the Scarlet Pagoda benefit tonight? It’s a dressy affair, you know.’

      Clancy’s face immediately dropped. ‘Because I’m not going is why.’

      ‘What? Are you insane?’ said Ruby. ‘Have you actually lost your whole complete mind?’

      ‘My dad has a last-minute ambassadorial dinner tonight so I am strictly on family duty.’

      Ruby folded her arms.

      ‘Look, no one’s as bummed about it as I am,’ said Clancy. ‘I really wanted to be there. I mean, aren’t they showing costumes from The Crab Man Cometh?’

      Ruby’s parents looked blank but Ruby nodded.

      ‘You sure you don’t want to come with us, Clancy dear?’ asked Sabina.

      ‘Good thinking honey,’ agreed Brant. ‘Come with us.’

      ‘You gotta come Bozo,’ said Ruby. ‘They’re all the costumes that have appeared in every horror movie you love – and other films too, the cool ones not the schlocky stuff.’

      Clancy let out a pathetic laugh. ‘I know! It’s not like I haven’t been looking forward to it for weeks. But you think my dad is gonna let me off to go to that when he’s got Ambassador Sanchez coming? She has eight kids, get that? Eight!’

      ‘So?’ said Ruby.

      ‘So,’ said Clancy, ‘my dad only has six kids.’

      Ruby looked at him. ‘Is this a competitive thing?’

      ‘You bet it is. Do you know how difficult it is for women to get on in the political arena?’

      ‘You’re preaching to the choir,’ said Ruby.

      ‘So Ambassador Sanchez makes my father look like a lightweight, at least that’s how my dad sees it. Sanchez is the queen of the career family – I mean, heck, she even baked her own cake when the president dropped by last month. She is a single mother of eight and an ambassador who bakes cakes for the president.’

      ‘She sounds super,’ said Sabina.

      ‘So your dad’s gonna fight back?’ said Brant.

      ‘Oh he’s fighting back all right,’ said Clancy. ‘He’s determined to at least look like this really great dad who spends his time looking after his great kids while he does a really great job of doing his great job. So he wants us all there.’

      ‘What about his really great wife?’ asked Sabina, sipping on one of the celebratory drinks Hitch had just rustled up.

      ‘She’s having her hair done,’ said Clancy. ‘She had it done yesterday too.’

      ‘Well, you know what they say, great hair opens doors,’ said Brant.

      Clancy scrunkled his nose at this, perhaps trying to work out the truth of the statement. ‘Maybe. . . anyway, he wants us all there with good hair, while he is busy making Twinford believe his career is really great and we are great and he is great and Twinford can be great. You get it?’

      ‘I get it,’ said Ruby. ‘You can’t come because you are all busy being great and getting your hair done.’

      Clancy nodded. That was about the size of it.

Chapter 9.

      RUBY WAS LOOKING FORWARD TO THE EVENING. Not so much the ‘do’ itself – all that party yacking was sure to be a total yawn – but the costumes, they promised to be pretty interesting.

      Aside from reading, movies were Ruby’s greatest passion, particularly thrillers and horror – a passion she shared with Mrs Digby. Nothing cheered Mrs Digby as much as a good murder story. Too bad she isn’t prepared to risk a few ghosts, thought Ruby. Tonight was going to be a bonanza of thriller movie memorabilia.

      Ruby took longer than usual to get ready. She’d had to make a couple of minor adjustments to the new dress she had bought – namely hacking four inches off the hem and fixing it in place with tacky glue. She was largely pleased with the overall effect, and once she had her new shades on too she really looked the business. All in all, she was looking forward to the costume show. At least it would take her mind off worrying about that dumb Spectrum test.

      ‘That’s what you’re wearing?’

      Sabina Redfort stared at her daughter, who was attired in a strange misshapen dress with worn-looking shoes and over-the-knee socks. Obscuring her eyes were a pair of huge white, square-framed sunglasses.

      The dress had very obviously been purchased at a vintage store or possibly off a charity rail. It was on the large side and covered in a loud pink and yellow paisley print. She had pulled it together with a wide white buckle belt.

      Jeepers! thought Sabina, maybe the kid actually pulled it out of a dumpster.

      ‘What?’ said Ruby, reading her mother’s thoughts, made obvious by the expression on her face.

      Her mother closed her eyes and shook her head like she was trying to dislodge the vision.

      ‘OK,’ said Sabina, ‘I’m not going to make a thing of it, let’s just go and have a nice time. I’ll pretend you’re wearing that lovely peach dress I got you at the department store – why aren’t you wearing that lovely peach dress I got you at the department store?’

      Brant Redfort, now dressed in an elegant black suit, walked into the living room to find his wife, a picture in rose with matching accessories.

      ‘You look sensational honey,’ he said kissing his wife. ‘You too. . . Ruby.’ He uttered this compliment before he had really taken in the vision that was his daughter. ‘You look very. . . very. . .’ He paused, searching for some word that might not insult but that might also be truthful. He could find no word.

      ‘I’ll take very very,’ said Ruby. ‘No СКАЧАТЬ