Here Lies a Father. Mckenzie Cassidy
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Название: Here Lies a Father
Автор: Mckenzie Cassidy
Издательство: Ingram
Жанр: Зарубежная классика
isbn: 9781617758713
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Eveline searched the classroom for an empty desk without really looking at anybody and the only free spot was next to me. She took off her olive-green coat with fur around the hood. Underneath she wore this white blouse that reminded me of peasants in a Renaissance festival. Her skin looked soft, smooth, and fair in a way that reminded me of cream. She set herself down gently into the plastic seat beside me and slid her small, round behind into the grooved crease. A subtle trail of freckles spread across her cheeks and nose. Fluorescent light from above slipped across the curves of her neck like one of those famous marble sculptures. Her deep red hair, like a tree burning in the night, was draped across one shoulder but kept within a loose braid that allowed thin strands to slide across her face.
Mrs. Garrett droned on about the book she had passed out, how it was a classic story about love lost and yearning to be someone else in life. The truth was, I’d stopped listening. Her voice transformed into this mechanical thrumming and blended with the sound of the ticking radiator. My eyelids drooped heavily downward and the thought of sleep was more desirable than anything I had ever wanted. My neck loosened and my head shifted back and forth; not even an explosion would’ve roused me. Nothing held my attention for very long, and besides my poor marks in school, my inability to focus may have been the reason why teachers hated me. Teachers loved Catherine, and it was because they expected me to be more like her that they were irritated when I turned out to be such a disappointment.
Someone tapped my arm at just the moment when consciousness surrendered to dream. I jerked upward and my eyes bulged open. Eveline. Her fingertips were on my forearm. I looked at her questioningly. Her blue eyes were hypnotic, spellbinding, and reminded me of reflections of the ocean on a sunny day. I twisted forward in my seat. She thought she was helping me, but now I was aggravated about being woken up.
Are you okay? she mouthed at me, flashing an amused grin.
And I just nodded.
Her smooth thighs, pressed against that plastic chair, were all I thought about on Marie’s living room couch. In the dark I sat up and glanced out the living room window; a crescent moon partially lit up the forest around the house. I thought again about that morning we met. Never had I expected she’d be more to me than a girl I once sat next to in class. Thinking about her was the safest thing to do. In fact, it’s all I could do after she had vanished from school. After what had happened the night of that awful party, I couldn’t fault her for leaving town, yet I wished I’d known where she went. Most of all, I hoped that she was okay and not just one more person in my life to whom I never got to say goodbye.
I sat back on Marie’s couch and stared up at her off-white ceiling. Another memory came to mind, one I had avoided as long as I could—the day when Catherine called and told me Dad had died.
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