Читать книгу ‘… and that’s when it fell off in my hand.’ - Louise Rennison - Страница 19

Phoned Rosie.

“RoRo.”

“Bonsoir.”

“I am having the cosmic droop.”

“Well, fear not, my pally, because I have le plan de la genius.”

“What is it, and does it involve the police?”

Rosie laughed in a not-very-reassuring way if you like the sound of sane laughter. She said, “I’m having a party for Sven’s return from Swedenland next Saturday.”

“What kind of party is it going to be?”

“Teenage werewolf.”

“Oh no.”

“Oh yes.”

“Good grief.”

“Bless you.”

“Rosie, what has Sven been doing while he’s been away working for Santa Claus on a reindeer farm?”

“He hasn’t been to Lapland.”

“How can you be sure? Geoggers is not your best subject, is it?”

“Well, excuse me if I’m right, but it isn’t yours either, Gee. You missed out the whole of Germany on your world map.”

“Easily done.”

“Not when you’re copying from the atlas. Anyway, I must go. I have a costume to make. See you at Stalag 14 on Monday.”