By Andrea Beaty, Maria Cabezas, Recorded Books
Twelve-year-old Lily mourns her brother, and has now not spoken because the twist of fate she feels she may have avoided, however the summer season Tinny involves city she is the single one that realizes Lily's secret.
summary: Twelve-year-old Lily mourns her brother, and has now not spoken because the twist of fate she feels she can have avoided, however the summer season Tinny involves city she is the one person who realizes Lily's mystery
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She jumped, and slammed her book shut. Mo glared from the doorway. ‘What are you, deaf ? Didn’t you hear me? ’ Eloise blinked, startled. ‘Not that I care, particularly, but apparently it’s good for young people to go to bed at a reasonable hour. When I was your age, I used to stay up all night reading with a torch under the blankets. Ruined my eyes. So if you must stay up reading or scribbling or whatever, please keep the light on. What’s that, your sketchpad? No, it’s all right; you don’t have to show me.
No one would ever know what had happened to her. No one could ever find her. What had seemed mysterious and exciting suddenly felt dangerous, threatening. Eloise flew to the doorway and hovered there like a trapped bird, staring out. indd 51 18/3/09 2:03:03 PM k ate constable the garden? Where could she go? The house was full of people. Where was Dad? Probably he wasn’t born yet. Perhaps even Mo wasn’t born yet. And if Eloise couldn’t find her way out, she would never be born either. But if she was never born, she couldn’t be here in the first place, so .
He had pushed the door open as he called out to Mo and had almost tripped over the end of Eloise’s bed. And there she was in just her singlet. The boy’s face flushed deep red. ‘Sorry . . didn’t . ’ he mumbled and backed away, almost falling down the steps. The screen door banged and sprang open again behind him. Eloise hurled herself out of bed, pulled on her T-shirt and shorts and slid her feet into her thongs. She heard the front doorbell chime, then Mo’s slippers shuffled down the hallway and there were voices at the front door.