Читать книгу ‘… and that’s when it fell off in my hand.’ - Louise Rennison - Страница 12

Alone, all aloney.

On my owney.

The house is empty, too. Everyone is out at Grandad’s for lunch.

I was nearly made to go until I pointed out that I am in mourning and unable to eat anything because of my heartbreak.

Mine is a pathetico tale that would make anyone who had a heart weep, but that does not include Vati. He said he would gladly leave me behind because talking to me made him realise the fun he had had when he accidentally fell into the open sewers in India.