Harry Part 3

Mum: -Oh no! It’s 3 o’clock! I must go to school, to fetch Christine. – She hurries into the streets, looking for a taxi till she sees one- Taxi! – Gets in the taxi – Good afternoon. Please, to “Caroline’s School” in Carabobo Street.

Taxi-driver: -Yes, no problem. I know where it is.

Mum: -Thank you.

Narrator: -Finally, they arrive at school

Taxi-driver: -It’s $50

Mum: -Here you are.

Taxi-driver: -Thanks. Good-bye

Narrator: -She runs across the playground until she gets to Christine’s classroom.

Mum: -Good afternoon. I’m Christine James’s mother. I’m sorry I’m late.

Teacher: -Christine? Oh yes! I know who she is. The little pretty red-haired girl. 

Mum: -Yes. She wasn’t in the playground; I couldn’t see her. Where is she?

Teacher: -Oh. She went home with her brother. I thought you knew that. He and Christine are very alike! It’s really sweet to see a boy of his age looking after his little sister. -How old is he?

Mum: -Who did she go with?-she said, desperately.

Teacher: - Her brother. How old is he?

Mum: -Fourteen. I must go now-said Chris’s mum, very worried.

Teacher: Bye!

Narrator: -She runs all the way home through the streets

Mum: -Christine! Where are you? Please, Chris! Come back! Harry please! Don’t take her away! Harry! Chris!

 Sometimes, even now, I hear my own voice screaming through the house. And Christine’s.

 Years have passed. But I wake up in fear and screaming. It’s always the same nightmare; about the worst day in my whole life.

 Such ordinary things make me afraid. Sunshine. White roses. Children with red hair. And the name Harry. Such an ordinary name!