Читать книгу Heart to Heart - Amber Aitken - Страница 4

The sky above Coral curved like the inside of a giant beach ball, dipping and fading to blue before gently dissolving into the ocean’s horizon. She squinted at the edge of the world, her red-brown hair curled like a head of bedsprings, bobbing around her. The horizon definitely looked like the edge of the world. It was the edge of her world, anyway.

She scanned the enormous sandpit before her. The beach that morning was full of children with their buckets and spades, making shapes out of the soft, warm sand. A boy dripping wet from head to toe raced out of the sea before flopping, belly-first, on to a patch of dry sand. He rolled left and right until every bit of him was gritty and yellow before tiptoeing up to where a woman stood waiting to catch a Frisbee. Before she could do anything to stop him he had given her a full-body hug. She yelped. He laughed gleefully.

The sky above was suddenly filled with a whirring sound and an aeroplane droned across the sky with a long canvas tail that seemed to flick and ripple in the wind. Coral stared with a wrinkled nose until it was almost overhead. The canvas tail had a message: BEST OF LUCK SARA AND JEFF… LOTS OF LOVE.

The aeroplane continued on its way, as if to the sun, pulling the flying message across the sky. Coral shook her head. She was suddenly annoyed. Just who had wished Sara and Jeff the best of luck? Would Sara and Jeff know?

“Coral? Coral, can you hear me?’

Coral turned towards her best friend. “Mmm?”

“You actually have to move the broom to make a difference.”

Coral stared at the broom she held like a dance partner in her arms. There was a dent in her forehead from where she’d been resting against it. Her friend was right, she hadn’t done much sweeping. The thing was - she hated sweeping the beach hut. Unfortunately, her friend Nicks hated sweeping too. So every week they were taking it in turns. It was just that it always felt like it was her turn.

“What’s the hurry, Nicks?” Coral grumbled. After all, they were on their summer holiday.

Suddenly, and without warning, there was a loud thump-whack sound coming from the glossy red beach hut next door.

Both girls’ heads spun in the direction of the hut. They stared, silent and blinking.

“Did you hear that?” whispered Coral.

“Oh yes.” Nicks’s reply sounded like a hiss.

“We didn’t imagine it then?”

Nicks shook her head slowly. This wasn’t the first time they’d heard strange noises coming from the neighbouring glossy red beach hut either. And yet they had never ever (ever) seen a single soul enter or leave the place. It was always locked up tight with its shutters closed like two sleeping eyes.

Just then a shadow flitted across the window, and then it was gone.

“Did you see that?” gasped Coral, her lips hardly moving at all. She didn’t want the watcher to know she was talking.

Nicks nodded and gulped. She had definitely seen that.

They both stood still and silent, staring - almost wishing for another sight or sound because that might just offer some perfectly obvious explanation as to what they’d just seen and heard.

All of a sudden a dog started yapping. Both girls jumped like they’d been electrocuted. But it was only Romeo, Coral’s Jack Russell pup.

“Romeo!” they both groaned aloud. Romeo took his guard dog duties very seriously.

“We’re probably just being silly,” said Nicks. “I’m sure the noises aren’t anything.” Nicks had always been a sensible sort of girl. She’d never been the type to get tangled up in an overactive imagination, and she didn’t want to start now.

“But I definitely heard and saw something,” insisted Coral.

Nicks shrugged.

“We’ve heard strange noises coming from the red hut before,” insisted Coral.

“It’s the first time we’ve seen anything strange though,” replied Nicks reasonably.

“So what should we do about it? Who should we tell?” said Coral.

“Tell about what?” sighed Nicks. “We’ve no proof that there’s anything strange going on.

OK, we’ve heard a few noises… so what?”

That was true. Coral thought a bit more about this. Nicks had a point: apart from a thump-whack and a vague shadow, what else did they really have?

“So what should we do?” she asked instead.

“We should finish cleaning the beach hut and then concentrate on Cupid Company business,” replied Nicks sensibly.

Coral nodded. Of course Nicks was right. Cupid Company business should always come first. After all, it was what the hut was all about now.

Coral had inherited the hut from her Great-Aunt Coral, but it wasn’t long before it had become more than just a beach hut. It had become home to the little business they had set up - the business of love and matchmaking. And so far, they’d had two success strikes - Coral’s cousin Archie and Gwyn, and Charlie (daughter of the next-door beach hut owners) and Jake.

Coral sighed dreamily. The path of true love could be a lot of fun. Still, for now, she’d better get on with sweeping. It was her mum who had issued strict instructions to keep the hut clean and tidy at all times. Maturity and responsibility - that’s what it took to keep the hut, she had said. And her mum usually meant things too. Coral reached for her dancing partner, the broom, and sighed. Acting cool, calm and collected did not come naturally to her. Still, she would try her best to concentrate on Cupid Company business while she was sweeping the sand from the deck of Coral Hut, which was how she came to realise that there was no Cupid Company business! Quickly she pointed this out to Nicks.

“No business is the Cupid Company business we need to concentrate on,” came Nicks’s reply.

“Of course it is,” mumbled Coral, keeping one eye trained on the sandiest corner of the deck. She would keep her promise to her mum, but she wouldn’t take her other eye off the glossy red beach hut either. Something exciting could happen, and she wasn’t going to miss it!

“We are a professional matchmaking company,” Nicks said, while buffing the hut’s small glass windows. “At the Cupid Company, when we say ‘All for love and love for all’ - we really mean it!”

Now Romeo grabbed the end of Coral’s broom and started a game of tug-of-war. Coral grinned and pulled back hard. Nicks was too busy to notice. She’d already started on her next job of the day: a list written on the paper attached to her foil butterfly clipboard.

“One, we need to advertise. Two, we need to distribute Cupid Company questionnaires. Three, we need to think hard about all the single people we know in Sunday Harbour,” she said as she wrote.

Romeo finally won the tug-of-war and claimed the broom as his own. He was just about to disappear down the hut steps when Coral grabbed the end back to reclaim it.

Further along, a game of beach cricket had started up. The players were laughing loudly and running about and both girls stopped to watch them for a few moments.

“You know, the problem with living in a nice beachy town like Sunday Harbour,” grumbled Coral, “is that the single people out there are just too busy having fun to think about how lonely they actually might be.” She frowned thoughtfully and leaned against her broom. “They make matchmaking very difficult indeed.” Romeo sat at her feet and stared solemnly ahead like he knew exactly what she meant. “I mean, isn’t being in love what life is all about? Could there be anything better? Nobody can play beach cricket forever, can they?”

“Too right,” Nicks agreed. “But look, would you just give me that broom?” she said impatiently. “If you sweep any more slowly you’ll wear a hole in the floor.”

Coral grinned, handing the broom over cheerfully. “Sure, Nicky-Nicks. I’ll tidy up the inside of the hut, shall I?”

But it wasn’t really a question. Before Nicks could answer, Coral had dashed through the door. She simply loved being inside Coral Hut. With its whitewashed walls and the pretty rug of scrambling pink primroses, it hadn’t changed much since her Great-Aunt Coral’s days.

Coral sighed as she looked around at the walls decorated with gold-framed pictures of chubby cherubs and the two shelves with books of romantic poetry. The whole room was like a shrine to love. What could be better than that? CRREEAAK!

The sudden noise from next door snapped Coral out of her reverie. The sound was like furniture scraping. It really was a mystery. Coral shivered, even though it was warm. Perhaps she’d had too much sun. Or maybe it was time to head for the safety of home.