Taken from The Boy Who Rescues Pigeons.
Chapter 13
It
was a girl.
Long,
waist-length brown hair framed a face that was impish and open. Probably no
more than ten years old, he was struck by the way she held herself in the open
doorway; looking out without yet venturing out, as if curious about what the
day held in store for her.
She is part of the new family
that’s moved into Josh’s house, Lucas thought. Except
of course that it wasn’t Josh’s house at all any more, was it? He looked away,
speeding up his pace, wanting to avoid having to acknowledge that things had
moved so far on; that Josh had moved so far on…
“I
know who you are,” a voice at his side said brightly.
Without
even looking down, he knew it was her, the stranger from the house. Taller than
most other girls her age, she also seemed to lack their customary shyness.
“I
don’t know you and I don’t want to
know you. And you don’t know me
either,” he put in for good measure.
“Well
maybe not know exactly,” she acceded,
“but I have seen you.”
“Seeing
isn’t knowing,” he ramped up the pace once more, an image of Hugh Grant blazing
across his inner vision like an incitement to war.
“I’m
Molly. Molly Hickling. What’s your name?”
“Go
away,” he hissed through clenched teeth.
“Well that’s a dumb
name, Go Away!” She managed to make it sound as if she really thought that was
his name. It was only the smallest stifled giggle on the end of her words that
gave the game away.Molly is my newest character and I think she has some important things to say...
Happy Reading,
Carmen.
