Читать книгу ‘Dancing in my nuddy-pants!’ - Louise Rennison - Страница 55

Phone rang. Vati yelled, “Georgia, another one of your little mates on the phone. You’d better hurry, I think it’s an emergency. She might have run out of lip gloss.”

Vair vair vair amusant, Vati.

As I came down the stairs, he said, “We mean no harm, take us to your leader,” because of my hair rollers. He really is in an alarmingly good mood.

It was Ellen. Uh-oh. I hoped she couldn’t detect my red minxiness.

“Georgia, can I ask you something?”

“Er, like what?”

“Well, you know Dave the Laugh?”

DID I KNOW DAVE THE LAUGH????!!!!!!

I sounded a bit vague. “I know Dave the woman, but Dave the laugh…? Oh er, Dave the Laugh…yes, what about him?”

“Well, you know I really think he’s groovy and so on and he did the lip nibbling thing, and that was, you know, quite groovy and not, you know, ungroovy…and how I have thought he is quite groovy for a long time and lip nibbling would, like, mean he thought I was groovy as well…”

(It was going to be the twenty-second century at this rate by the time she got round to telling me what in the name of Father Christmas’s elfin mates Nobby and Les she was on about.)

She was still rambling on for England. “Well, anyway, it’s nearly Tuesday.”

“Yes and…?”

“Well, he hasn’t called me yet,” she went on. “Well, what should I do?”

“Did he say he’d call?” (Not that I am remotely interested in what my ex-snogees say. I am just being a great pal.)

“Not exactly.”

“What did he say exactly?”

“He said, ‘I’m away laughing on a fast camel – see you later.’”

“Oh.”

“What?”

“It’s the old ‘see you later’ thing, isn’t it?”

“You mean it might be see you later, as in see you later not see you later?”

“Exactamondo.”

She went on and on about Dave the L and about how surely he wouldn’t nip libble her if he didn’t like her, etc., etc.…I was so tired I tried to lie down on the floor, but couldn’t because of my rollers. Good Lord, what am I? The Oracle of Delphinium?

Eventually she rang off.