LERNERT ENGELBERTS Real Bad People - De Harmonie
LERNERT ENGELBERTS Real Bad People - De Harmonie
LERNERT ENGELBERTS Real Bad People - De Harmonie
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een really angry. Mrs <strong>De</strong>rwalt asked me not to write again, because if only half ofwhat she’d heard from her customers in the shop was true, she didn’t want her son tobe around those kind of people. Once again, she said that she knew it wasn’t myfault and it wasn’t as if she thought I wasn’t a nice boy, but what Dad had done wascompletely unacceptable and that’s all there was to it, and then she ended the letterby wishing me all the best.‘What a bloody cow,’ whispered Mum and I had to agree with her. I’d neverthought Mrs <strong>De</strong>rwalt was a nice woman actually, because she didn’t even allow youto keep your shoes on in their house and she made Chris go to the toilet wheneverhe wanted to fart. Have you ever heard anything like it? He wasn’t allowed to fart inthe house or anywhere else for that matter, because it was bad manners.‘I’m so sorry,’ said Mum, and I could see that she really was. She took theletter from me and read it again. I didn’t want anything more to do with it, so I ran outof the bedroom. Computer camp in Glentown. If there was one thing Chris hated, itwas computers. I felt really bad for him.I didn’t know exactly how to check whether the paint on a surfboard was dry,but my finger didn’t stick to it, so I thought it must be okay. I picked up the board fromthe two trestles where it had been drying and followed the orange extension cable.I took a deep breath so I’d have enough oxygen to last me all the way to theend of the corridor. That’s how much I hate mushrooms. They’re so disgusting. Withevery step, I got angrier with Mrs <strong>De</strong>rwalt and her nasty letter. Dad wasn’t perfect,you didn’t need to tell me that, but Mrs <strong>De</strong>rwalt was acting as though she’d nevertaken a piece of meat that she’d dropped on the floor and put it in the shop window tobe sold. And she had. Because I’d bloody well seen her do it.Oh, I completely forgot to say what I finally ended up doing for my talk aboutDad’s job that time when he didn’t want to tell me anything about it. You should have