فصل 22کتاب: خدایا اونجایی؟ منم، مارگارت / فصل 22
- زمان مطالعه 5 دقیقه
- سطح ساده
دانلود اپلیکیشن «زیبوک»
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متن انگلیسی فصل
The next morning I stayed in my room. I wouldn’t even go down for breakfast. I caught myself starting to say, Are you there God, but then I remembered that I wasn’t talking to him anymore. I wondered if he would strike me down. Well, if he wanted to, that was his business!
By afternoon I couldn’t stand being in the house, so I asked my mother to drive me downtown to meet Janie for a movie. My mother agreed that I needed to get away for a few hours. Janie and I met at the drugstore on the corner, across the street from the movie theater. We were twenty minutes early so we went into the drugstore to look around. Mostly we liked to inspect the sanitary napkin display.
After a few minutes of looking, I whispered to Janie, “Let’s buy a box.” It was something I’d thought about for a while, but wasn’t ever brave enough to do. Today I was feeling brave. I thought, so what if God’s mad at me. Who cares? I even tested him by crossing the street in the middle and against the light. Nothing happened.
“Buy it for what?” Janie asked.
“Just in case,” I told her.
“You mean to keep at home?”
“Sure. Why not?”
“I don’t know. My mother might not like it,” Janie said.
“So don’t tell her.”
“But what if she sees it?”
“It’ll be in a bag. You can say it’s school supplies,” I said. “Do you have enough money?”
“Okay. Now, what kind should we buy?” I asked.
“How about Teenage Softies?” Janie said. “That’s the kind Gretchen uses.”
“Okay.” I took a box of Teenage Softies off the shelf. “Well, go ahead,” I said to Janie. “Take yours.”
“Okay, okay.” Janie took a box too.
“We need a belt to go with it,” I said, getting braver by the minute.
“You’re right. Which kind?” Janie asked.
“I like that one. It’s pink,” I told her, pointing to a small box with a pretty girl’s picture on it.
“Okay, I’ll take that one too,” Janie said, reaching.
We walked to the check-out counter with our stuff and walked away just as fast when we saw that there was a boy behind the cash register.
“I can’t go through with it,” Janie whispered. She put her boxes back on the shelf. “I’m scared.”
“Don’t be a dope. What’s to be… “ I was interrupted by a saleslady in a blue doctor’s coat.
“Can I help you, girls?” she asked.
Janie shook her head but I said, “We’d like these please.” I took Janie’s boxes back off the shelf and showed the saleslady what we’d selected.
“Fine, girls. Take them up to the cash register and Max will wrap them for you.”
Janie didn’t move. She looked like she was cemented to the floor. She had this dumb expression on her face-between crying and smiling. So I grabbed her boxes and headed for Max and the cash register. I plopped everything down in front of him and just stood there not looking at his face and not saying anything either. He added it all up and I motioned to Janie to give me her money. Then I said, “Two bags, please.” Max took my money, gave me some change, which I didn’t bother to count, and presented me with two brown bags. That was all there was to it! You’d think he sold that kind of stuff every day of the week.
When I got home from the movies my mother asked, “What’s that package?”
I said, “School supplies.”
I went to my room with my purchases. I sat down on my bed staring at the box of Teenage Softies. I hoped God was watching. Let him see I could get along fine without him! I opened the box and took out one pad. I held it for a long time.
Then I took the pink belt out of its box and held that too. Finally I got up and went to my closet. It was dark in there. Especially with the door closed. I wished I had a huge walk-in closet with a light and a lock. But I managed anyway. I got the pink belt around me and attached the pad to it. I wanted to find out how it would feel. Now I knew. I liked it. I thought about sleeping in my belt and pad that night, but decided against it. If there was a fire my secret might be discovered. So I took off the belt and pad, put them back in their boxes and hid them in my bottom desk drawer. My mother never checks there because the mess makes her positively sick!
The next morning my grandparents announced they were moving on to New York.
“You told me a week!” my mother said. “You said you were coming for a week!”
“We did say that,” my grandfather told her. “But we’ve decided to spend the rest of the week in New York, at a hotel.”
“I see,” my mother said.
My father hid behind his newspaper but I saw the big smile. All I could think of was that they ruined my trip to Florida and now they weren’t even staying. It wasn’t fair! It was really a cheat!
When my mother got back from driving them to the bus my father said, “How much do you want to bet it was a trip to New York all the time. They just stopped in to see you because it was convenient.”
“I don’t believe that!” my mother said.
“Well, I believe it,” my father said.
“They ruined my vacation,” I said.
Nobody answered me.
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