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Date de parution
01 septembre 2004
Nombre de lectures
3
EAN13
9781554695898
Langue
English
Poids de l'ouvrage
2 Mo
Publié par
Date de parution
01 septembre 2004
Nombre de lectures
3
EAN13
9781554695898
Langue
English
Poids de l'ouvrage
2 Mo
Charmed
Carrie Mac
orca soundings
Copyright 2004 Carrie Mac
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording or by any information storage and retrieval system now known or to be invented, without permission in writing from the publisher.
National Library of Canada Cataloguing in Publication Data
Mac, Carrie, 1975- Charmed / Carrie Mac.
(Orca soundings) ISBN 1-55143-321-4
I. Title. II. Series.
PS8625.A198C43 2004 jC813 .6 C2004-904721-3
Summary: Izzy finds she is one in a long line of girls ensnared in prostitution, with no way to escape.
First published in the United States, 2004 Library of Congress Control Number: 2004110934
Orca Book Publishers gratefully acknowledges the support for its publishing programs provided by the following agencies: the Government of Canada through the Department of Canadian Heritage s Book Publishing Industry Development Program (BPIDP), the Canada Council for the Arts, and the British Columbia Arts Council.
Cover design: Lynn O Rourke Cover photography: Eyewire
Orca Book Publishers PO Box 5626, Stn B. Victoria, BC Canada V8R 6S4
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Printed and bound in Canada. Printed on 100% post-consumer recycled paper, 100% old growth forest free, processed chlorine free using vegetable, low VOC inks.
For Ren e- brave, strong and smart .
Chapter One
We re at a Chinese restaurant, the Golden City, or the Cold and Gritty, as Rob calls it. He pulls back the corners of his eyes and orders in a bad Chinese accent. My mother laughs nervously, tossing me a please-don t-start-anything look when Rob isn t watching. I d like to tip his tea into his lap and apologize to the crowded room for him being such a racist prick, but it s the night before Mom goes up north to cook in the logging camp, and I don t want to ruin it for her.
Margaret cringes and stares at her plate, even though there s nothing on it yet. The last time she came out with us for supper was for Mom s birthday. We went to a really expensive French restaurant. The food was amazing. Just as Rob was finishing his chocolate mousse, he bellowed, Waiter! Waiter! There s a cockroach on my plate! He d actually brought one with him! From home! He argued with the manager for almost half an hour before the manager finally agreed to give us the entire meal for free.
Margaret slept over that night. She told me she was very sorry, and yes, she was and would always be my best friend, but she just couldn t bear going out to dinner with us ever again, not so long as Mom was dating Rob the Slob.
He lied! It was so embarrassing. He is so gross, Izzy, she said in the middle of the night as she stuffed a wad of marshmallows into her mouth. Talk about gross.
He s not so bad. Honestly, I hate the ground he walks on, I hate the air he breathes, I wish him dead on a regular basis, but all the same, I was pissed off that Margaret was acting all high-and-mighty about it.
She only agreed to come this time because Mom begged her, and as much as Margaret can t stand Rob, she adores my mother.
Rob is so bad with chopsticks you have to watch, like how you just can t look away from a car crash. I don t know why the idiot doesn t use a fork. Margaret isn t saying much; she never does around Rob because he calls her Margarine. I told him not to. I told him she s sensitive about being fat. He says it has nothing to do with how fat she is; it just rhymes with her name. I was going to tell the genius that margarine doesn t actually rhyme with Margaret, but my mother gave me another one of those looks, so I kept my trap shut.
Just when I m thinking the night cannot get worse, it does. Cody Dillon, man of my dreams, walks into the restaurant with two gorgeous girls I think I recognize from school. I slide down in my seat and hiss at Margaret to do the same. They walk by.
Lose something, Margarine? Rob says as we sit back up. Margaret pushes her plate away, her cheeks flushed.
Shut up, Rob! I throw a fortune cookie at him. He catches it, cracks it open and pretends to read the fortune.
Ancient Chinese proverb say bad rittle girls get in big trouble. Rob sits back, folds his arms and nods at my mother. You gonna let her talk to me like that?
Margaret doesn t like it when you call her that, Rob. He s sorry, Margaret, okay?
Margaret barely nods her head. Mom winks at her.
And as for you, Izzy, you and Rob are going to have to figure out a way of being nice to each other while I m gone. Six months is a long time. You d both be doing yourselves a favor if you started off on the right foot.
Six months stuck with Rob the Slob. I d rethink my alternatives, but there are none.
How about you two walk home? Mom says. It s a nice night out.
Yeah, Margarine could use the walk, Rob adds, and laughs when I fake a lunge at him.
Margaret can t get out of there fast enough. I take my time. Maybe Cody Dillon will look up and notice me, but why would he when he s got two supermodels glued to him?
Did you see Cody Dillon come in? I ask Margaret once we re outside.
Who?
Margaret is a little slow sometimes.
Cody Dillon! He dropped out last year?
And that makes him cool?
No, his wolf blue eyes, his Jeep cruising past with the bass thumping, his worn jeans and tight T-shirts, his muscled arms and the way he can just glance in your direction and make you feel as if you re all of a sudden the center of the universe. All that makes him cool, but that sort of thing is lost on Margaret. Mom says she s a late bloomer. I love Margaret, I really do, but sometimes I wonder if she ll ever bloom at all.
Chapter Two
I finally have my Very Own Cody Dillon Moment today. I m just coming out of the corner store on the way to school, and he s just going in, but the door kind of jams, and he kind of bumps me, and I drop my math text and my lunch bag and the pack of gum I just bought. He picks it all up and hands it back to me all slow, eyes on mine.
Sorry, he says, and then the two girls he s with, the ones from the Chinese restaurant, are all, Um, Cody? Hello? He puts up his hand. They shut up and roll their eyes, hands on their hips, belly buttons exposed even though that s against school rules. One of them has a pierced belly button. It s not like I m some kind of prude or anything; I actually like the way it looks, but it s just that belly button piercings are even more against the rules, so, um, hello? How To Get Kicked Out Of School In One Easy Lesson-get your belly button pierced and show it off. Duh.
He takes my hand (TAKES MY HAND!) and kisses the back of it (KISSES THE BACK OF IT!) and says, My apologies in an English accent, even though he s from Vancouver.
When I tell Margaret, she s all, So what, Izzy? So your planets crashed for a second. Let me remind you, Cody Dillon is not from our planet. He s a dropout.
I don t talk to her for the rest of the class. By the time the bell rings, she s apologizing to me.
Sorry. He s not that bad, she says. I guess.
You guess he s not that bad? This is an apology?
Well, he is kind of a badass.
With a nice ass. I decide to let it go at that. Margaret has no idea what she s talking about when it comes to boys. Men. The bad-asses are the best ones. The boring ones are just that: BORING.
But then there are the Robs of the world. Mom picks those. They seem like cool bad-asses at first, but then they turn out to be lazy slobs. Rob the Slob is the king of that particular population.
Chapter Three
Reliving my Cody Dillon Moment takes up most of my time. I don t have much time left over to care that Rob the Slob hasn t said one word to me since Mom left. I did a test. I made him macaroni and cheese seven nights in a row and he still didn t say a word, even though there was meat in the fridge going bad. When Mom gets back, he ll rat on me and she ll do all the freaking out he s too lazy to do. On the eighth night I add hot dogs (not moldy or stinky, probably still good) and some real cheese (slices), and make toast too, just so he can t say I didn t try. I just know it: she ll come back and he ll sit her on the couch, and then he ll bring out the list of all the things I did wrong while she was gone and pace in front of her, reading right from the list.
My crimes? Let the laundry pile up, didn t do the dishes, forgot to let his dumb dog out so it pissed on the floor, and of course that s my fault too, nicked his cigarettes, skipped school and got caught. There s more, I bet. I bet he s waiting for Mom to come home so he can lay out how I ruin his life and it would be much better if I went and lived with my dad. Yeah, right. I d rather fall off a cliff and break my neck. Like living with a manic-depressive freak who never leaves his spider-infested basement suite would be anything other than unbearable. That man collects dead spiders. He fills up entire jars with them. Mom says he wasn t always like that, but how would I know? When I was two, just before he went to the loony bin the first time, he burnt down our house. There are no photos or anything else from the so-called good times to prove that he wasn t always a psycho freak. Live with my dad? I think not. Not in a million years.
Hey, maybe my dad and Rob could be roommates. Rob will need someplace else to live soon enough because I m keeping my own list. We ll see who Mom picks. How about this? Rob NEVER does anything around the house, even though he swore he d fix the bathroom taps, paint the hallway and replace the rotting floorboards in the kitchen while she was in camp