Chapter Thirty
To begin with, he could not see her. She was running alongside the wall on the side nearest the strange, arched, brick-red building, and he was on the other side of the tall barrier. How he had got there he didn’t know. But he could hear her voice, calling his name. It was a desperate cry, and it stirred him from watching the machine at work. It was like nothing he had ever seen before. It was a smooth and shiny silvery-yellow colour, enormous and great fun to watch. Jay felt he had been staring at the big machine for hours, fascinated with its graceful movements, but unaware of the meaning of them, or the results.
Now he could hear his mother's voice again, but he did not answer. What did she want anyway? Why did she always have to spoil his fun? He had moved his head slightly when he first heard her voice, but now it was back to watching the machine's silvery-yellow rotors whirl round and round and round as it moved up and down, and along the open patch of ground. It was as if he was been given a special display, just for him, of a secret, new invention, whose purpose had not yet been revealed.
Jay then turned to see his mother's figure running towards him through the crack in the wall where Jay had come through. That was it, he supposed. Now, he would have to go. And leave the fascinating machine to its private machinations. Sam couldn't wait until he was big so he could do anything he wanted to. Being only seven years old was no fun.
He was slightly worried now. Was she mad at him? Why, what had he done? Was he not supposed to be this side of the wall? Was the machine something he should not have seen? As he watched his mother's red and white dress flapping about in the wind as she raced towards him, her expression changing now from one of worry to anger, he felt himself about to break into tears. It wasn't his fault. What had he done? Nothing wrong. He had only slipped through the wall and sat down to watch something that was already going on. Surely that wasn’t bad, although he did feel a guilty pleasure somewhere inside of him. But was that because of his watching the machine, or escaping from his mother? He could not say, didn’t have time to say, as his mother swooped him up into her arms, and whisked him away from his pleasure, back through the wall and down the track to the car, where his father was waiting for them.
Jay's mother would have burst into tears as she picked the boy up into her arms but her eyes were already streaming. She grabbed him and held him to her as tightly as she could, as if he was all she had left in the world. The boy was obviously confused and had started crying himself. As they got to the car, Jay’s father beaming a smile, they both stood there in tears together. His mother was not angry, or worried now, but simply desperate, knowing that she would not be able to find words to tell him his father was not coming back with them.
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Now he could hear his mother's voice again, but he did not answer. What did she want anyway? Why did she always have to spoil his fun? He had moved his head slightly when he first heard her voice, but now it was back to watching the machine's silvery-yellow rotors whirl round and round and round as it moved up and down, and along the open patch of ground. It was as if he was been given a special display, just for him, of a secret, new invention, whose purpose had not yet been revealed.
Jay then turned to see his mother's figure running towards him through the crack in the wall where Jay had come through. That was it, he supposed. Now, he would have to go. And leave the fascinating machine to its private machinations. Sam couldn't wait until he was big so he could do anything he wanted to. Being only seven years old was no fun.
He was slightly worried now. Was she mad at him? Why, what had he done? Was he not supposed to be this side of the wall? Was the machine something he should not have seen? As he watched his mother's red and white dress flapping about in the wind as she raced towards him, her expression changing now from one of worry to anger, he felt himself about to break into tears. It wasn't his fault. What had he done? Nothing wrong. He had only slipped through the wall and sat down to watch something that was already going on. Surely that wasn’t bad, although he did feel a guilty pleasure somewhere inside of him. But was that because of his watching the machine, or escaping from his mother? He could not say, didn’t have time to say, as his mother swooped him up into her arms, and whisked him away from his pleasure, back through the wall and down the track to the car, where his father was waiting for them.
Jay's mother would have burst into tears as she picked the boy up into her arms but her eyes were already streaming. She grabbed him and held him to her as tightly as she could, as if he was all she had left in the world. The boy was obviously confused and had started crying himself. As they got to the car, Jay’s father beaming a smile, they both stood there in tears together. His mother was not angry, or worried now, but simply desperate, knowing that she would not be able to find words to tell him his father was not coming back with them.
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