Page List


Font:  

"She's tired," he said, looking at me again. "She's exhausted, matter of fact. Remember the illness I described?"

"Yes. But where is she?"

"She's in bed," he replied, as if it were very obvious. "I've explained about you," he added.

I nodded. "I don't want to be any burden.I'll help you with her, with anything."

"That's nice," he said, looking terribly sad.

"How long have you had that life-size doll of her?"

now.

- "Forever, it seems." he told me. "We're an act We're inseparable."

"I never knew you were such a good

ventriloquist," I said.

"I'm not." he replied. "Are you hungry? I

usually eat something before I set out. I have crazy hours. April. I don't live like most people. Sometimes. I drive all night and sleep all day until show time,I'll do that tonight. You can fix the bunk above the cab there the way you did when you were just a little girl," he said. smiling. "Until we decide what you should

do, that is."

"I'd like to help you with your act, too, and be

with you. Uncle Palaver. I can be your assistant. I'd

like to be on the road. I have no place to call home

anymore."

"Oh. I don't know about that," he said. "A girl

your age on the road constantly. I don't know." He

shook his head.

"You're the only one I have now," I whined.

"Please. If you don't help me, I don't know where I'll

go or what I'll do."

He thought a moment and gently nodded.

"Okay, we'll see," he said, "We'll see. Hungry?" "A little. but I'm watching my diet."

"Well. I don't have much. I'm not the cook your

mother was. I was just going to have some tuna fish

on a bun and a cup of coffee," he said.

"I'll fix it for you," I offered quickly, and went

to the refrigerator.


Tags: V.C. Andrews Shadows Horror