"I told you, no!"The Inspector, always savagbittorrent coin verwachtingely impressive now in voice and lookand gesture, faced the girl with saturnine persistence.
So saying, the goose ran a few steps and flapped itself into the air.ethereum coin informationSophie was exhausted, but when she crawled out of the den into the garden a little later she thought Alberto would have been well pleased with her diversionary maneuvers. The major could not have thought much about Alberto during the past hour. If he did, he had to have a severe case of split personality.
Sophie had just walked in the front door when her mother came home from work. That saved her having to describe her rescue from a tall tree by a tame goose.After dinner they began to get everything ready for the garden party. They brought a four-meter-long table top and trestles from the attic and carried it into the garden.They had planned to set out the long table under the fruit trees. The last time they had used the trestle table had been on Sophie's parents' tenth anniversary. Sophie was only eight years old at the time, but she clearly remembered the big outdoor party with all their friends and relatives.The weather report was as good as it could be. There had not been as much as a drop of rain since that horrid thunderstorm the day before Sophie's birthday. Nevertheless they decided to leave the actual table setting and decorating until Saturday morning.Later that evening they baked two different kinds of bread. They were going to serve chicken and salad. And sodas. Sophie was worried that some of the boys in her class would bring beer. If there was one thing she was afraid of it was trouble.
As Sophie was going to bed, her mother asked her once again if Alberto was coming to the party."Of course he's coming. He has even promised to do a philosophical trick.""I can see her!" whispered Sophie. "She's sitting down on the dock, just like in my dream."
"Have you noticed how much the garden looks like your own garden in Clover Close?""Yes, it does. With the glider and everything. Can I go down to her?""Naturally. I'll stay here."Sophie ran down to the dock. She almost stumbled and fell over Hilde. But she sat down politely beside her.
Hilde sat idly playing with the line that the rowboat was made fast with. In her left hand she held a slip of paper. She was clearly waiting. She glanced at her watch several times.Sophie thought she was very pretty. She had fair, curly hair and bright green eyes. She was wearing a yellow summer dress. She was not unlike Joanna.
Sophie tried to talk to her even though she knew it was useless."Hilde--it's Sophie!"Hilde gave no sign that she had heard.Sophie got onto her knees and tried to shout in her ear:
"Can you hear me, Hilde? Or are you both deaf and blind?"Did she, or didn't she, open her eyes a little wider? Wasn't there a very slight sign that she had heard something--however faintly?She looked around. Then she turned her head sharply and stared right into Sophie's eyes. She did not focus on her properly; it was as if she was looking right through her."Not so loud, Sophie," said Alberto from up in the car. "I don't want the garden filled with mermaids."
Sophie sat still now. It felt good just to be close to Hilde.Then she heard the deep voice of a man: "Hilde!"
It was the major--in uniform, with a blue beret. He stood at the top of the garden.Hilde jumped up and ran toward him. They met between the glider and the red convertible. He lifted her up in the air and swung her around and around.
Hilde had been sitting on the dock waiting for her father. Since he had landed at Kastrup, she had thought of him every fifteen minutes, trying to imagine where he was now, and how he was taking it. She had noted all the times down on a slip of paper and kept it with her all day.What if it made him angry? But surely he couldn't expect that he would write a mysterious book for her-- and then everything would remain as before?She looked at her watch again. Now it was a quarter past ten. He could be arriving any minute.But what was that? She thought she heard a faint breath of something, exactly as in her dream about Sophie.She turned around quickly. There was something, she was sure of it. But what?Maybe it was only the summer night.
For a few seconds she was afraid she was hearing things."Hilde!"
Now she turned the other way. It was Dad! He was standing at the top of the garden.Hilde jumped up and ran toward him. They met by the glider. He lifted her up in the air and swung her around and around.
Hilde was crying, and her father had to hold back his tears as well."You've become a grown woman, Hilde!"
"And you've become a real writer."Hilde wiped away her tears."Shall we say we're quits?" she asked."We're quits."
They sat down at the table. First of all Hilde had to have an exact description of everything that had happened at Kastrup and on the way home. They kept bursting out laughing."Didn't you see the envelope in the cafeteria?"
"I didn't get a chance to sit down and eat anything, you villain. Now I'm ravenous.""Poor Dad."
"The stuff about the turkey was all bluff, then?""It certainly was not! I have prepared everything. Mom's doing the serving."
Then they had to go over the ring binder and the story of Sophie and Alberto from one end to the other and backwards and forwards.Mom brought out the turkey and the Waldorf salad, the rose wine and Hilde's homemade bread.Her father was just saying something about Plato when Hilde suddenly interrupted him: "Shh!""What is it?"
"Didn't you hear it? Something squeaking?""No."
"I'm sure I heard something. I guess it was just a field mouse."While her mother went to get another bottle of wine, her father said: "But the philosophy course isn't quite over."
"It isn't?""Tonight I'm going to tell you about the universe."