Saturday, 3 December 2016

chapter 2

CARRIE'S WAR
NINA BAWDEN

He threw up all over miss fazackerley's skirt. He had been feeling sick ever since they left the main junction and climbed into the joggling, jolting little train for the last lap of their journey but the sudden whistle had finished him.
Such a noise it seemed to split the sky open.
Enough to frighten the dead miss fazackerley's said mopping her skirt and nick face with her handkerchief. He lay back limp as a rag and let her do it the way he always let people do things for him not lifting a finger. Poor lamb miss fazakerley's said but carrie looked stern.
It's all his own fault. He's been stuffing his face ever since we left London. Greedy dog. Dustbin.
He had not only eaten his own packed lunch sandwiches and cold sausages and bananas but most of carrie's as well.  She had let him have it to comfort him because he minded leaving home and their mother more than she did.Or had looked as if he minded more. She thought now that it was just one of his act put on to get sympathy. Sympathy and chocolate he had all her chocolate too! i knew he'd be sick she said smugly.....

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