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65 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1987
"It's a bomb shelter, like you have in England. We play in it all the time." She lifted the edge of the blanket and showed Emily the dark space under the table. "Want to go in?" she asked. "Come on. It's fun."Jeez Louise Molly. Read the freaking room... maybe the war refugee doesn't want to play "the house is bombed" with you.
Emily is so much more closed off than Molly, Susan and Linda expected. Susan tries to start the conversation rolling about the exciting bits, but Emily stonewalls her the entire time.
"She won't smile or anything, and she wouldn't play in the bomb shelter either."
To be frank, Emily isn't like any of them imagined. She's so quiet, and polite...and boring.
"Did you ever see other houses being bombed?" she asked
"Yes," said Emily.
Susan’s eyes were wide. "What did they look like? Did they catch on fire? Did you see the bombs? Were you scared?"
"It was loud," said Emily.
Oh.My.God. I swear, I am still reeling from this one. The second hand cringe. The open-mouthed shock. The freaking audacity.
"After a while, everyone more or less ignored Emily at school... No one said it, but everyone thought Emily was a disappointment."
I was absolutely reeling from that one. As if Emily had a choice in where to go? As if Moly doesn't know that Emily was sent to America to avoid the deadly bombing of London?
"In England! I'm so tired of hearing that! If it's so great in England, why don't you just go back there?"