When Bod met Scarlett
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- Boy? What're you doing?
- I can make really good faces, look at this one.
- Nuffing,... That was good
- Of course like that. Hang on.
- It was a pig, silly.
- Do you know what that was?
- No.
- You mean, like P is for pig?
- ...only thinking about the beetle when somebody said... Bod looked up. There was someone on the other side of the gorse bush, watching him.
- How old are you? What are you doing here? Do you live here? What's your name?
- You don't know your name? 'Course you do. Everybody knows their own name. Fibber.
- I don't know.
- ...He stuck out his tongue. The face on the other side of the gorse bush crumpled into a gargoyle, tongue sticking out, eyes popping, then returned to girl.
- Everybody gets birthdays. You mean you never had cake or candles or stuff?...Poor thing. I'm five. I bet you're five too.
- How old you are? Well, What was you when you was last birthday?
- I didn't, I never was.
- ...she pushed her nose up with one finger, creased her mouth into a huge, satisfied smile, squinted her eyes, puffed out her cheeks... ...'oh' Bod thought ...
- You're not, you're a little boy. And you're my friend. So you can't be a stranger.
- What's your name?
- Funny sort of name. What are you doing now?
- I'm your friend.
- Bod. It's short for Nobody.
- She came around the gorse bush and stood next to Bod, who got to his feet. She was a little older than he was, a little taller, and dressed in bright colours, yellow and pink and orange. Bod, in his grey winding sheet, felt drowdy and drab.
- I know my name and I know what I'm doing here. But I don't know the other thing you said.
- Bod shook his head. The girl looked sympathetic... Bod nodded enthusiastically. He was not going to argue with his new friend. She made him happy. Her name was Scarlett Amber Perkins she told him, and she lived in a flat with no garden. Her mother was sitting on a bench at the bottom of the hill, reading a magazine, and she had told Scarlett to be back in half an hour, and to get some exercise, and not to get into trouble or talk to strangers.
- …I'm a stranger.
- Bod smiled rarely, but her smiled then, hugely and with delight.
- Can I do it with you?
- ABCs, from the stones. I have to write them down.
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