Withering Tights - By Louise Rennison Page 0,31
they saw us. Lavinia said, “Hi, Tallulah. Oiright? Top of the morning to you.”
She looked at Alex properly and you could almost see her eyes going ‘wow’. He did have the ‘wow’ factor.
Then she said to Alex, “Oh hi. Sorry to interrupt, I don’t think we’ve met.”
He said, “No, I think I would probably have remembered.”
And she laughed. And looked at him again. Like Honey said you should. Right in the eyes and also for a bit too long.
Oh no. She liked him.
Alex said, “So are you all at Dother Hall? I might be coming up soon, I know Monty and he’s giving me a bit of coaching.”
Noos clearly impressed said, “Oh, are you an actor, then?”
Alex said, “I’d like to be, I’ve got a place at Liverpool next year.”
Lavinia said, “I’m surprised you are talking to us, then.”
And she smiled, and Alex said, “Are you?” In a sort of strange meaningful way which I didn’t really get.
Then I got it, because Lavinia said, “Well, come and look for me when you come up to the college. It would be nice to see you.”
And Alex said, “And it would be nice to see you.”
And then there was another pause.
It was like being in Alice in Wonderland again. But I wasn’t Alice. Once more I was the playing card. At the back.
In my squirrel room I lay on my bed with my squirrel slippers on. It seems like a really mean world, where some people get born with average knees and proper corkers and some people can’t even find a category for their head in a magazine. Like me. That sort of person.
I am so miserable.
And alone.
I heard the door open and a lot of hooting and noise downstairs.
“Hellllooooo house. Look, look boys, the house is happy to see us. Sam, don’t put your tadpoles on the—Oh dear.”
The Dobbins are back.
I heard a lot of running and scampering and then footsteps up the stairs.
Dibdobs said through the door, “Tallulah…helloooo. We’re back…We’ve got lots of things to show you…The boys wanted to say goodnight to you. Didn’t you, boys?”
I heard them saying, “Eth.”
Dibdobs was wearing a special outfit, knitted out of bits of string. I couldn’t help staring at it.
She sort of blushed. “It’s nice, isn’t it? Unusual.”
I said, “Yes, it is very unusual.”
“Harold made me it on his Iron Man weekends.”
I should have stopped myself, but I said, “What are Iron Man weekends? Does he go ironing, for the weekend?”
She laughed and snorted, “Lullah is being a silly billy, isn’t she, boys?”
They blinked at me, Max said, “Shitty billy.”
Dibdobs went even more red. “No, darling it’s SILLY Billy.”
Sam said, “SHITTY Billy.”
Dibdobs manically started stroking his hair down into an even more puddingy style. She said, “No, it’s not an ironing weekend, worse luck!!!! It’s when men go away together to find themselves. In the woods.”
Men finding themselves in the woods, well, why were they having to do that when they must have gone to the woods in the first place? Apparently it’s something to do with sweat lodges and living off the land. I didn’t want the picture of Harold in a sweat lodge in my head.
Dibdobs said, “It’s mostly made of leftover bits of string.”
Lovely.
I said, “Well, goodnight, boys.”
And the boys blinked back at me. Max came and hugged one of my knees. I even found myself ruffling his basin head.
At least he likes my knees.
Dibdobs said, “Are you alright, Tallulah? Are you missing home a bit?”
Actually, I suppose I was a bit, but I would still have the same problems there.
I said, “No, it’s just…you know…”
She said, “Growing up?”
Oh great balls of fire, was I growing even more?
Dibdobs said to me, “You need a big hug.”
And she gave me one.
Then she said, “We’re going off to read our book, aren’t we boys? Tell Tallulah who it’s about.”
“Bogie.”
Dibdobs went puce.
“Now boys, we’ve stopped using that silly word, because we are BIG boys now, aren’t we?
Max said, “Sjuuge boys.”
Dibdobs laughed nervously. “Alright darling, HUGE boys, and huge boys know that the book we are reading is…Alice in Wonderland, isn’t it?”
The boys nodded, and Max said, “Wiv a smiley cat!!”
Dibdobs laughed like he had just built an electricity pylon single-handedly. “Yes, tell Lullah about the Cheshire Cat.”
And both of them smiled at me in the maddest way you have ever seen. Like their whole heads were one big mouth.
As she shooed them away, Sam turned round and took his dodie out. “Sjuuge cat, in Bogie bogie in Wunnerlant.”
About an hour later, I