You also want an ePaper? Increase the reach of your titles
YUMPU automatically turns print PDFs into web optimized ePapers that Google loves.
Signs<br />
Tom Spencer<br />
Something had been trying to be told to him all day, but he couldn’t read the<br />
signs. The maggots he had concealed in an old plastic pencil case inside a tree stump had<br />
bored their way out, despite the leaves and earth he had left to make them feel at home.<br />
The black car that was always there in the driveway at the bottom of the hill when he<br />
walked to school but was always gone when he walked back was missing at the start of<br />
the day today. The zip on his coat had broken; he had to walk with it open.<br />
Now parents’ consultation was over and his mother was behaving strangely on<br />
the other end of the phone. Edward had gone over to Andrew’s house while his mum<br />
talked to the teacher, and Edward and Andrew had built a successful skateboard ramp.<br />
Edward wanted to stay and play longer; this sort of thing was rarely a problem.<br />
“You can stay for fifteen minutes,” said his mum in a blank tone. Fifteen<br />
minutes was an odd amount of time. If he had to come straight home, ask him to come<br />
straight home. On the other hand, if he could stay, let him stay. Fifteen minutes.<br />
Edward decided to make the best of it. “We can do a lot in fifteen minutes,” he<br />
said, hopefully.<br />
He turned out to be right. They attached a laundry basket to the skateboard with<br />
a piece of rope and went over the ramp together in it without falling out, though it was<br />
a close thing. It was amazing, he thought as he walked home past the empty pencil case<br />
and the missing car, how you could do a whole project in fifteen minutes if you had to.<br />
On the other hand he didn’t see why there was any need to come home. Dinner wouldn’t<br />
be for at least an hour. “Can I go back to Andrew’s in a minute?” he said after she let<br />
him in.<br />
“No. You can’t go out anywhere for a month,” she said. Edward was stunned.<br />
The statement was strange, but even stranger was the strangled tone in which she said it,<br />
and the fact that there were tears in her eyes and on her cheeks. Edward had never seen<br />
his mother cry, or even get really upset. Instead of going into the living room she sat<br />
down on the stairs. The front door was still open and he had to close it.<br />
He saw her incredulous look and he knew, though he didn’t know anything<br />
else, that he had betrayed her. “Mr. Martin said you were rude to your violin teacher,”<br />
she said. He had taken consultation for granted. So had she; only now did he realize that<br />
there was even anything to be taken for granted. Consultation was when they told her<br />
how wonderful he was, how clever, charming, and well behaved, and she came home<br />
pleased and hugged him and sometimes he got a present. She had failed to read him right,<br />
to see that, all along, he had been a bad sort of boy who had deceived her as to his true<br />
nature; that was what he saw in her eyes. How could he have been caught so off-guard?<br />
96 <strong>THAT</strong>