EPPINGTON: THE GUARDED SECRET by Tanya Taylor (red queen free ebook TXT) 📗
- Author: Tanya Taylor
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Mira sat at the table first though Wade had been the first to wash up.
"Wade! Where are you?!" Sara cried, as she hurried around placing the remaining items on the table. The boy showed up moments later.
"Where were you all that time?" Sara asked. "You know I like both of you to be seated before I call your dad out."
"I had to… brush my hair." Wade lowered his head slightly.
"That's a lie!" Mira blurted with a wide smile. "He had to use the toilet!"
"Liar!" Wade rebutted.
"You had to use the toilet! You had to use the toilet!" Mira sang.
"Now stop it - both of you!" Sara barked. "This is no time for games... and wipe that smile off your face Mira; I'm not playing!"
"Yes, Mother," Mira softly replied.
The children composed themselves and waited patiently for their father who emerged a few minutes later from the master bedroom.
"Kids…" Michael hailed straight-faced as he sat down.
Both children responded monotonically, "Hi, Dad."
Sara joined them moments later.
As was customary for the family, they all bowed their heads at the sound of Michael's utterance, "Let us pray" before diving into their meals.
From her chair, Mira watched as her mother talked and talked to her father while he engaged very little in the conversation. It was like that all the time and Mira was beginning to wonder why her mother even tried. What Sara saw in Michael that was so appealing and attractive totally eluded Mira. Michael was a brutally rigid man who, in his daughter's opinion, always seemed to wish he was somewhere else other than at home.
"May I be excused?" Mira asked fifteen minutes later, wanting to escape the drab, depressive atmosphere of the room.
"But you hardly touched your casserole," Sara said, noticing for the first time that her daughter had barely eaten.
"I'm not hungry."
"Are you all right, honey?" Sara asked, as Michael continued his meal supposedly unaffected.
"Yes, Mom. I just feel a bit tired and would like to lie down," Mira replied.
"You may leave," Michael said, not making eye contact.
"Well then…" Sara continued, "I'll cover your plate for you in case you get hungry before bedtime."
"Thanks Mom." Mira backed out from the table and retreated to her bedroom.
Approximately a half hour later, there was a light tap at the bedroom door. The doorknob turned slowly, then Sara walked in. "Are you all right?" She asked Mira who was curled up in bed with a Sherlock Holmes mystery.
"Sure." Mira sat up as her mother proceeded to the side of the bed.
She felt her daughter's forehead with the back of her hand. "No fever. That's good. Are you sure you're okay?" The look she gave was a combination of suspicion and concern.
"Yes. I'm really fine, Mom. I just wasn't hungry; that's all—I guess from all that running around earlier."
"I see." Sara got up. "Well, like I said… if you get hungry later, your food is right there covered in the refrigerator. Wouldn’t want you going to bed empty only to wake up all gassy in the morning."
Mira smiled. Her mother reached down and kissed her on the forehead. "I love you, sweet pea."
"I love you too, Mom."
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"You wanna go by the canal today?" Wade asked Mira at the kitchen counter. An early riser, he had been up for well over an hour, but she had just gotten out of bed.
"Dad said we can't go back there—you know that," Mira answered, cracking an egg over a bowl.
"He's not here. Mom's not here. They don't have to know," Wade replied. "We can get our fishing rods, some bait, and maybe this time, we'll actually catch something."
"I don't know… the last time we got caught out there we almost got a good whipping. Dad's hand was itching. Luckily, he let us off the hook with a warning. Off the hook… got it?"
"Look! They're both at work. We'll only be gone for a few hours and will be back long before they get here. They'll never know, so we're not risking anything." Wade was adamant.
"I don't know, Wade," Mira said, pouring a little cream into the bowl with her egg.
"Why are you so scared?" Wade asked. "We've been to the canal dozens of times and only got caught that one time when dad pulled up out of nowhere. You think he's gonna drive all the way home from work today on a sneaky suspicion that we're at the canal again and bust us for not listening? Come on, Mira!"
"Okay, okay. We can go after I've had my breakfast. I suppose you've eaten already?" Mira asked.
"Yeah. I'm cool. I'll go pack the gear."
The canal was less than a block away. It usually took the kids a mere four minute walk to get there. Mira, dressed in a yellow and white striped blouse and red shorts walked quickly behind her brother, inwardly hoping and praying that their father would not pull up and surprise them while they were on the way to the 'forbidden place'.
"We need to walk faster," Mira said, now over-taking her brother. Wade silently caught up with her and in no time, they were at their favorite spot.
The canal was the only one in their neighborhood. It extended miles out to the sea. Several gated houses with boat decks surrounded it, except for a fifty-foot open area that was partially clear due to low, sparse bushes and a padded, gravel area kept in check by occasional vehicles driving through.
Mira sat down at the edge of the canal, her feet dangling against its rocky structure. Wade got the fishing rods ready before sitting next to her. He handed Mira a rod with bait attached and threw his out into the not-so-shallow water. For a while, they just sat there looking out into the water at tiny schools of fish swimming around.
"What's on your mind?" Wade asked, still looking straight ahead.
"What do you mean?" Mira glanced at him.
"You're so quiet. What're you thinking about?"
"Nothing."
"You're the one lying now," Wade said.
"How can you say that
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