Finding Audrey - Sophie Kinsella Page 0,21
a brave, strong girl, Audrey,” says Dr. Sarah, as though reading my mind, and she passes me a tissue. “You need to start pushing yourself. Yes you can.”
No I can’t.
The next day I spend twelve solid hours in bed. Just the thought of Starbucks has sent me slithering down a tunnel of fear, to the black, dark place. Even the air seems abrasive. Every noise makes me flinch. I can’t open my eyes.
Mum brings me soup and sits on my bed and strokes my hand.
“It’s too soon,” she says. “Too soon. These doctors get carried away. You’ll get there in your own time.”
My own time, I think after she’s gone. What’s that? What’s Audrey time? Right now it feels like a slow-motion pendulum. It’s lurching forwards and back, forwards and back, but the clock’s not ticking round. I’m not getting anywhere.
And then three days have passed and the darkness has lifted and I’m out of bed, having an argument with Frank.
“Those were my Shreddies. I always eat Shreddies. You know that.”
“No you don’t,” I say, to be annoying. “Sometimes you eat pancakes.”
Frank looks like he might spontaneously combust.
“I eat pancakes when Mum makes pancakes. When she doesn’t, I eat Shreddies. Every morning for the last five years. Ten years. And you just go and finish the packet.”
“Have muesli.”
“Muesli?” He looks so aghast at the idea, I want to giggle. “Like raisins and shit?”
“It’s healthy.”
“You don’t even like Shreddies,” he says accusingly. “Do you? You only took them to wind me up.”
“They’re OK.” I shrug. “Not as good as muesli.”
“I give up.” Frank rests his head on his hands. “You’re just trying to ruin my life.” He shoots me a dark look. “I preferred you lying in bed.”
“Well, I preferred you plugged into a computer,” I shoot back. “You were much less of a pain when we never saw you.”
“Frank!” As Mum bursts into the kitchen, holding Felix on one hip, she looks shocked at the sight of him, collapsed on the table. “Sweetheart. Are you OK?”
“Shreddies!” Felix yells as soon as he sees my bowl. “I want Shreddies! Please,” he adds sweetly as he slithers down from Mum. “Please may I.”
“Here you are.” I pass the bowl to Felix. “You just had to ask nicely,” I inform Frank. “Try learning from your brother.”
Frank doesn’t move a muscle. Mum comes over and prods him.
“Frank? Darling? Can you hear me?”
“I’m fine.” At last he lifts his head, looking wan and pale. “Tired.”
Now that I look at him, he does have black shadows under his eyes. “I think I’ve been overdoing it,” he says weakly. “Homework and everything.”
“Are you sleeping well?” Mum peers at him anxiously. “You teenagers need sleep. You should be sleeping fourteen hours a night.”
“Fourteen hours?” We both stare at her.
“Mum, even comatose people don’t sleep fourteen hours a night,” says Frank.
“Ten hours, then,” she amends. “Something. I’ll look it up. Are you taking vitamins?”
Mum starts randomly pulling vitamin bottles out of the cupboard. TeenVit, KidVit, Well Woman, Osteocare…I mean, it’s a joke. None of us ever takes them.
“Here.” She plonks about ten capsules in front of Frank and another load in front of me. “Felix, sweetheart, come and have some magnesium.”
“Don’t want nesium!” he yells, and hides under the kitchen table. “No nesium!” He clamps his hands over his mouth.
“Oh, for God’s sake.” Mum swallows the magnesium pill herself, and sprays herself with something called Skin Enhancer, which has been sitting in the kitchen cupboard for three years, I know for a fact.
“You need some iron,” she adds to Frank. “And an early night. I’ve got a DVD planned for this evening, which we can all watch, and then straight to bed.”
“That sounds super-fun,” says Frank, staring blankly into the middle distance.
“It’s a classic,” adds Mum. “Dickens.”
“Dickens. Right.” Frank shrugs like, Who cares?
“At least we’ve got you off those wretched computer games!” says Mum, sounding a bit too bright. “It just shows, you don’t need to play them, do you? I mean, you’ve barely noticed, have you?”
“Barely noticed?” Frank finally lifts his gaze to meet hers. “Barely noticed? Are you joking? Barely noticed?”
“Well, it’s not like you’re counting down the days until—”
Mum stops abruptly as Frank lifts his sleeve to reveal a digital watch strapped to his arm.
“Sixty-one hours, thirty-four minutes, twenty-seven seconds till the ban is lifted,” he says tonelessly. “I’m not just counting down, all my friends are counting down. So yes, Mum, I have ‘noticed.’ ”
Frank can be pretty sarcastic when he wants to, and I see