Pages & Co.: Tilly and the Bookwanderers. Anna James

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      ‘Why, that is a lovely name and I am quite envious,’ Anne said, looking entirely delighted. ‘I’m so thrilled to meet you.’

      ‘Are you looking for a book?’ Tilly asked.

      ‘That sounds wonderful, thank you!’ Anne said. ‘Autumn is the most magical time of the year for reading, don’t you think?’ She gestured towards the window, which framed only drizzle and grey skies, but Anne reacted as though she could see auburn leaves tumbling in the wind. ‘October is my absolute favourite month. And to read outside, with the sun dappling … Do you think dappling is a real word, Tilly? I think it must be, don’t you? With the sun dappling the leaves of a tree, a glass of raspberry cordial at hand …’ She tailed off, staring dreamily into nothing.

      Tilly began to find the silence a little awkward, but struggled to think of something to say and so returned to her fail-safe question. ‘What’s your favourite story?’ she asked, jerking Anne out of her autumnal daydreams.

      ‘Do stories you’ve made up yourself count?’ asked Anne.

      ‘I don’t think so,’ said Tilly. ‘I think they have to be, well, proper stories, like in a book.’

      ‘A story you’ve made up yourself is just as proper, don’t you think? Although I suppose it is harder to share with other people unless it’s written down. But I do love telling stories out loud as well. My friend Diana and I have a club where we read each other our stories and offer helpful advice on how to improve as writers. I must say, though, the advice is mainly one-way. Poor Diana, she doesn’t have much of an imagination, although I love her fiercely regardless. I daresay it is good for my soul to be bosom buddies with a girl who is so lacking in imaginative powers.’

      The mention of a friend named Diana made Tilly’s brain itch; something about this girl was so familiar.

      ‘But, anyway, it must depend on what the purpose of your story is, I suppose,’ Anne concluded, and looked up triumphantly.

      Tilly nodded supportively, although she wasn’t really very sure what Anne’s point was.

      ‘Do you know,’ Tilly started, glancing down at the book in her hand, ‘you do remind me of—’ But she was interrupted by a harried-looking man who came up behind them and tapped Tilly on the shoulder imperiously.

      ‘Excuse me, young lady, I need to pay for this immediately. Do you work here?’ He was holding a very thick business textbook.

      ‘Not really,’ Tilly said, trying not to laugh as Anne impersonated the man’s cross face behind his back. ‘But I’ll go and find my grandad. He owns the shop.’

      The man nodded curtly.

      ‘I’ll be right back,’ Tilly said to Anne.

      ‘I don’t trust you to come straight back, missy. I’ll come with you; I have an incredibly important meeting to get to urgently,’ the man said, and Tilly couldn’t be bothered to explain that she wasn’t talking to him. She delivered him to Grandad who took him to the till, but when Tilly went back upstairs she couldn’t see Anne anywhere. She ran down to find Grandad after the grumpy customer had gone.

      ‘Ah, Tilly, just the person I was looking for. Don’t forget, we need some of your inspiration for the Wonderland party later. I’d been wondering if we could possibly try to …’ He paused, noticing how distracted she was. ‘What’s up, sweetheart?’

      ‘Did you see a girl come past here a few moments ago?’ she asked.

      ‘No, afraid not, love. Was she a friend from school?’

      ‘No, just a customer, I think. She seemed nice, though. I thought she might have stuck around for a bit,’ Tilly said. ‘But I can’t find her.’

      ‘She probably had to go and meet her parents, Tils,’ Grandad said gently. ‘Maybe she’ll pop back in later. I’ll keep an eye out for her if she comes in; what did she look like?’

      ‘She had red hair in two plaits,’ Tilly said. ‘It was funny actually; she really reminded me of Anne Shirley from Anne of Green Gables – and her name was even Anne too! Such a weird coincidence. Maybe it’s like owners and their dogs,’ she joked. ‘You start seeing your favourite characters in real people. Although that’s not quite right with the dog thing, is it …?’ She tailed off, noticing Grandad’s face had gone pale. ‘Are you okay? Should I get Grandma? Do you need a cup of tea?’

      ‘No, no, I’m fine, love,’ Grandad reassured her. ‘Just a wobbly moment. Been on my feet for too long this morning, I think! I will take you up on that tea, though, and I’ll just have a sit-down behind here for a moment – I’ll be as right as rain before you know it.’ The colour was already returning to his cheeks as Tilly left to make the tea.

      

      hile the kettle boiled, Tilly seized the chance to run upstairs to her room and dig out her mum’s copy of Alice in Wonderland, tucking Mary’s photo inside the cover.

      Grandad wasn’t at the till when she returned with the tea. She tracked him down in the corner of the shop that they rather grandly called the office, although it was really just a desk tucked into a corner of the fourth floor where customers didn’t venture as regularly. As she headed towards the office a sweet, smoky smell lingered in the air, one that got stronger as she got closer to the desk, alongside a murmur of voices. Someone very posh was responding languidly to Grandad’s questions and as Tilly rounded the corner she saw a tall, elegant man in an expensive-looking grey coat sitting opposite Grandad. To Tilly’s surprise he was smoking a black pipe, which was the cause of the sweet scent in the air, and he was wearing an odd hat with a flap on each side, even though it was always cosy inside the shop.

      ‘I don’t mean to be rude but I don’t think you should be smoking in here,’ she said, putting down Grandad’s cup. The man and Grandad stopped talking abruptly and stared at her, before turning to look at each other.

      ‘Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt your meeting, Grandad,’ Tilly said, instantly worried she’d been too terse with someone who looked decidedly important. ‘I just wanted ask you something, but I’ll come back later.’ Grandad nodded mutely and Tilly went back downstairs, but only a few moments later she heard her name being called.

      ‘Tilly!’ Grandad’s voice came down the stairs. ‘Wait for me a sec, will you?’ Tilly paused, so Grandad could catch up with her. ‘Sorry about that, love,’ he said, back to his usual self. ‘I was just deep in conversation and entirely forgot I’d asked for that cup of tea. Sorry if I was strange with you; you know how I get: can’t concentrate on more than one thing at a time.’

      ‘It’s okay,’ Tilly said. ‘Who was that anyway, and why were you letting him smoke?’

      Grandad looked sheepish. ‘Ah, he’s an old friend, and he likes doing things his way, so I let the СКАЧАТЬ