Harry Part 2

Narrator: -Christine’s mother decided to go to the adoption agency where her husband and herself had gone five years ago to adopt Christine.

Mum: -But Jim! I must know who Christine is! ; Her background!

Jim: -Oh! Okay, you win! But I’ll go with you ONLY because I want you to calm down and stop thinking strange things about Christine’s imaginary friend.

Mum: -It’s Harry!

Jim: -Oh my god! So now you think he’s real!? I just can’t believe it! I think we must go now to the adoption agency-NOW!

Mum: -Excellent!

Narrator: -Jim and his wife went to the adoption agency, which was far away. And they had to drive a long way to get there.

Jim: -We’ve finally arrived!

Narrator: -They rang the bell and a woman, Ms Cleaver; the director of the agency opened the door.

Ms Cleaver: -Oh! Hello! Nice to see you again! How’s Christine?

Mum: -Good afternoon, Ms Cleaver! Chris is fine, thank you.

Jim: -I’m sure you don’t know why we are here.

Ms Cleaver: -Do you want to adopt another child?

Mum: -No! No! I just wanted to ask you about... Christine’s origin.

Ms Cleaver: -I think that’s not possible.. It’s the rule in this adoption agency not to...

Mum: -I know you don’t normally reveal it, but this is a special case! Christine always talks to a fourteen year old boy called “Harry”. She says he’s her brother!

Jim: -I’ve already told her that little kids imagine a friend when they are only children!

Ms Cleaver: -Well... I don’t know if “Harry” is an “imaginary friend”

Jim: Sorry, but what do you mean?

Ms Cleaver: -Well... Christine had a brother. And he was fourteen years old when...

Mum: What happened?!

Ms Cleaver: -Well, let me start at the beginning. The parents didn’t really want Christine. They took no interest in her. But her brother...

Mum: -Brother?

Ms Cleaver: -Yes. Chris had a brother. And he loved his sister from the beginning.

Real Dad: - I’m home!

Real Mum: -Hello. How are you?

Real Dad: -A bit worried... While I was walking home, I was thinking about my job and how difficult it is for me to make ends meet.

Real Mum: -Oh! I know it’s difficult, but you make a big effort and do it!

Narrator: -The next day, the Father felt sick and couldn’t go to work.

Real Dad: -Oh! I really don’t feel well! I’m sick. I’m afraid I won’t be able to go to work today.

Real Mum: -Oh! No problem! I’m sure you’ll be able to go tomorrow. Now, stay in bed.

Narrator: -But the Father didn’t go to work the next day or the next month. And he lost his job.

Real Dad: very sad- I’ve got bad news... I’ve lost my job.

Real Mum: -Oh no! Well, but you feel well now. Don’t you?

Real Dad: -quietly-Yes, I do.

Narrator: -Immediately, the Father takes a pencil and writes on a piece of paper:

Real Dad: -While he wrote with tears on his face-I can’t go on, I’m going to kill them all. It’s the only way.

Narrator:-While they are sleeping, There’s a strong smell of gas.

Harry wakes up and takes her little sister with him. He jumps out of the house through the window and falls down on a woman’s garden; on the white roses, with her little sister in his arms. He died with a broken neck.

Woman: Hears some noises and goes out-Oh no! Police! Doctor! Help me!

Narrator: -The lady calls an ambulance, the police and some neighbours. Some minutes later, the police arrive at Harry’s house and smell the strong gas. They discover the dead bodies of the mother and father, and the note.

Ms Cleaver: -Amazingly, the little girl; Christine, was alive. She was taken to hospital and then to the adoption home where you and your husband adopted her.

Jim: -So, Harry really existed. What was the name of Christine’s brother?

Ms Cleaver: -Let me see... –she looks for the name in some papers-Here! It was... Harold.

Mum: -Well, if Harry IS Christine’s brother, why does she talk to him? I don’t understand. She was too young when he...died.

Ms Cleaver: -Christine may still remember her brother because of all the moments they spent together and how much Harry loved her. And I don’t know how, but she remembers her brother!

Jim: -Well I see you were right, darling.

Mum: -Yes, I knew there was something weird about “Harry”

Jim: -Looking at his watch-Oh no! Look at the time! It’s too late. I must go to work. Bye darling. Goodbye, Ms Cleaver.

Ms Cleaver: -Bye Jim.

Narrator: -Finally, Christine’s mother manages to persuade Ms Cleaver to give her the address of the house where Christine used to live.

Mum: -Thank you very much for the address. Goodbye!

Ms Cleaver: Bye and good luck.

Narrator: -Chris’s mother arrives at the house, which seems to be empty. But suddenly a middle-aged woman appears.

Woman: - Hey! What are you doing here? What do you want?

Mum: -Oh! Hello. I thought the house was empty. It’s very dark and cold.

Woman: -I know. It’s to make him think that’s there’s nobody here. He still comes! He won’t go until he finds her.

Mum: -Who?

Woman: -I saw him fall in my garden, on the white roses. He was DEAD. But the little baby wasn’t. It was a miracle!

Mum: Who are you talking about?

Woman: Harry Jones. Nice boy, red hair, tall and thin. Loved his sister too much. He DIED for her!

Mum: -I’ll go now. Bye.

Woman: -He still comes and won’t go away until he finds her! It’s all his father’s fault! He and his mother died because of HIM! He was crazy! He had always been crazy!!!!!!

-(Shouting)-

Narrator: -Christine’s mum hurried away. Her legs felt heavy as in a nightmare.