“Dad will have something in mind,” Constance was saying. “He’ll have a plan A, a plan B – all the way to plan Z. You know he will.” She spoke insistently, as if to convince herself of the truth of her words.
“Of course he will,” Kate agreed, “and I hope it calls for some serious hurrying. I’m getting antsy with all this sitting around.”
Sticky looked at her askance. “You literally dropped out of the sky before lunch, Kate. Do try to be patient.”
I had random.org select a page for me today and it selected page 136.
Is she really doing this? Is she really so desperate that she’ll take orders from a devil?
It turns out that yes, yes she is. Scrunching up her face as much as she can, Pia goes ‘Choo!’ in a high squeaky voice. It doesn’t sound particularly convincing. Sneezing feels like tears or laughter: something that requires real talent to fake. Yet the effect on Urette is as instant as the words ‘Narnia’ and ‘Wardrobe’.
“What’s upsetting? Please, can you tell us a bit more about the fight?”
Ivy dabs her eyes with a handkerchief. “Oh! I’m sorry, children! The memory is just too painful!”
She starts to blow into the handkerchief and cry, but it’s totally fake. And believe me, I know all about fake crying. Frank does it all the time to get what he wants from Eliza and their parents.
Fairday Morrow woke to a loud crack of thunder. As she bolted upright in bed, her gray eyes flew open. Rain pelted against the window. Electricity charged the air. Lightning flashed, and she saw the old willow tree in the her backyard lurching wildly. A whip-like branch smashed the glass and the storm raged into her room. BOOM!
Figuratively, they escaped from Count Olaf and their miserable existence. They did not literally escape, because they were still in his house and vulnerable to Olaf’s evil in loco parentis ways. But by immersing themselves in their favorite reading topics, they felt far away from the ir predicament, as if they had escaped.