Things the Eye Can't See. Penny Joelson

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СКАЧАТЬ style="font-size:15px;">      Kyle actually wants to eat lunch with me? I’m relieved, as I know Madz is eating with Ollie. I follow him towards the dining hall and he even offers to carry my tray.

      Once we’re sitting down and eating, I say, ‘She was unbelievable! She couldn’t care less about her own brother.’

      ‘It’s sad,’ says Kyle.

      I feel a pang, remembering what Kyle said about Charlie swinging his sister round in the playground. It makes me think about my relationship with Joe. We never played or laughed much together when we were younger and I’ve never felt close to him, though I don’t know why exactly. I always felt he was jealous that I got more attention because I couldn’t see. But it wasn’t my fault.

      ‘Where does Charlie’s nan live?’ I ask.

      ‘In Golton,’ says Kyle. ‘About twenty minutes on the bus. We could go there after school.’

      That ‘we’ gives me a warm feeling inside. Kyle and I are going to go together to find Charlie.

      ‘Oh, but only if you want to,’ he adds. ‘I thought . . . I mean, you don’t have to . . .’

      ‘I do want to come,’ I say. But now I have a tingly feeling in my legs. The thought of getting on a bus and going off somewhere strange – and with a boy I barely know – feels scary. I usually like to know exactly what I’m doing, have everything planned out so that I feel safe. But I’m also excited. For me, this feels like a real adventure.

      ‘I’ll just have to let my gran know I’ll be late home,’ I tell him.

      ‘Great,’ he says.

      I walk beside Kyle with Samson slightly ahead on his harness. My heart’s beating faster than usual, but I’m trying to act like this is a normal, everyday thing to do. I texted Gran to say I’m staying late to get some help with homework. I’ve never lied to Gran before, and I don’t want to think about it or I’ll feel guilty. Samson dutifully stops when we reach the corner and I ask Kyle which way to turn.

      ‘I thought Samson guides you,’ he comments.

      ‘I have to tell him where to go,’ I explain. ‘He’ll stop at the kerb and move round cars parked on the pavement. He’s even trained to watch for low hanging branches, but he doesn’t know which way to go unless I tell him.’

      ‘I never realised that,’ says Kyle. ‘Do you – do you want to take my hand? If it would help, I mean.’ He sounds really awkward, but so sweet with it.

      ‘Thanks. But I’m OK with Samson guiding. If I do need your help, it’s better if I hold on to your arm, just above the elbow.’

      ‘Maybe we can try that some time,’ says Kyle. ‘It’s left here.’

      ‘Samson, left,’ I tell Samson, and he dutifully turns. We walk on without talking, but that suits me as I need to concentrate when it’s not a familiar route.

      ‘We can cross here,’ says Kyle, when we reach the road. His shape steps out beside me, but Samson stops abruptly and won’t cross.

      ‘Kyle! Wait!’ I say.

      ‘What’s wrong? There’s nothing coming.’ Kyle steps back on to the kerb. ‘I did look both ways, you know.’

      ‘Is there a crossing?’ I ask.

      ‘Yes, down there. But it’s safe to cross here, I promise.’

      ‘If Samson can see a crossing, he won’t let me cross here where it’s less safe,’ I explain. ‘He’s been trained to cross at crossings, if there is one.’

      ‘What’s Samson doing now?’ Kyle asks when we reach the crossing.

      ‘Showing me where the button is to press – pointing with his nose,’ I explain. ‘Under here, there’s a cone that spins when the green man appears, so someone who can’t see well knows it’s safe to cross.’

      Samson stops again.

      ‘He’s sniffing the air,’ Kyle tells me. I sniff too. ‘Is it McDonalds?’ I ask.

      ‘You’re right!’ Kyle laughs. ‘He likes McDonalds, does he?’

      ‘Yes! He likes the smells in there.’ I bend down to Samson. ‘No, Samson, not today!’ I tell him. ‘Forward!’

      The bus pulls up as we reach the bus stop so we don’t have to wait. I don’t often go on buses and I’m worried it will start moving before I’ve sat down.

      ‘There’s two seats near the back,’ says Kyle, but Samson is already guiding me down the bus and puts his head on a seat so I can find it. Kyle sits down next to me and Samson snuggles in close by my feet as the bus pulls away. I slide towards Kyle as the bus jolts and pull back awkwardly, feeling for the pole, so I can hold on.

      ‘What if no one’s home when we get to Charlie’s nan’s?’ I ask.

      ‘It’ll have been a wasted journey,’ says Kyle. ‘But we’ve got to try.’

      Kyle’s quiet on the bus. I listen in on someone else’s conversation about the weather and how long this hot spell will last. It’s much hotter than usual for June. I check my watch, and we’ve been on the bus for twenty-five minutes.

      ‘Are we nearly there?’ I ask.

      ‘I think it’s the next stop.’

      I tell Samson and he’s up and ready to guide me off the bus when it stops. I’m more self-conscious than usual, not wanting to make a fool of myself in front of Kyle by tripping down the step.

      ‘It’s just down this road, according to Google Maps,’ Kyle tells me.

      ‘Forward,’ I tell Samson. The road is narrow with cars parked half on the pavement, so Kyle walks in front and Samson carefully guides me round.

      ‘This is the house. I’m ringing the bell,’ Kyle tells me.

      ‘Sit, Samson,’ I tell him and he obeys. We wait. I wonder who will answer the door. What if it’s Charlie? What will he say when he sees me? But nothing happens. I’m starting to think no one is there at all when I hear the door click open.

      ‘You collecting for Guide Dogs for the Blind?’ a woman’s voice asks. She’s shorter than me and her voice is soft, kind. ‘I’m sure I have a few spare coins somewhere. Hold on . . .’

      ‘We’re not collecting for charity,’ I say. ‘We’re looking for Charlie.’

      ‘Charlie?’ Her surprise is clear as her voice goes high. ‘Well you won’t find him here.’

      ‘We heard he was staying with you,’ Kyle says.

      ‘He was.’

      ‘But not any more?’ I ask.

      ‘No.’ She sighs. ‘You friends of his? He’s never mentioned a blind friend СКАЧАТЬ