Midnight Dolphin
special
connection with.’
    ‘ You may well
be right’ said Amy, nodding her head thoughtfully. ‘It’s a bit
spooky getting a note like this isn’t it?’
    ‘ It is pretty
weird’ agreed Lucy. ‘I just don’t know what to make of it. I’m just
getting used to Mum not being around anymore, and now…
this.’
    ‘ Maybe
someone’s trying to tell you something’ said Amy, wondering out
loud. ‘Maybe there’s a clue in here somewhere.’
    ‘ But the note
says that there’s nothing in the book about dolphins or how they’re
connected with children’ replied Lucy. ‘How would there be a clue
if that were the case?’
    ‘ I don’t know’
responded Amy uncertainly. She thought for a moment. ‘Maybe there’s
a clue in the notes that your Mum wrote inside the
book.’
    ‘ That’s true’
said Lucy. ‘I’d better take another look at them.’
    ‘ Are you going
to tell your Dad about the book then?’ asked Amy.
    ‘ No I don’t
think so’ replied Lucy. ‘You know what he’s like. Ever since we got
back from Cornwall in the summer I hardly know how to talk to him.
Anyway, the book was sent to me, not to him. Maybe there’s a reason
for it.
    ‘ Well, be
careful’ said Amy. ‘There’re some strange people out there. That’s
what my Dad says.’ She looked at her watch. ‘I’d better be getting
back home. It’s dinner time soon.’
     
    Just as Lucy
was letting Amy out, Dad got back in from work.
    ‘ Hello Amy’ he
said, as she walked down the path.
    ‘ Hello Mr
Parr’ said Amy as she passed him. Dad came into the house. He was
wearing his work suit under his greatcoat and was carrying two
plastic bags of shopping which he’d just picked up from the local
supermarket.
    ‘ Hi Luce. Brr,
it’s getting chilly out there. We’re supposed to be in for a cold
snap, or so they tell us. Good thing I got the central heating
boiler checked out recently. It’d be just our luck if that thing
packed up on us just before Christmas.’ Dad went to the kitchen and
started unpacking the groceries. ‘So what were you and Amy up to
then?’
    ‘ Oh you know,
homework and stuff’ Lucy replied noncommittally, peering over to
examine the things that he’d bought. If it was down to Dad, they’d
eat ready-made meals five nights out of seven and the only
vegetables they’d get would be frozen peas.
    Lucy went
upstairs saying that she had to finish her homework, but in fact
she wanted to spend more time looking through the book that had
come in the post. In the comfort of her own room she slowly turned
the pages of the book, looking at where Mum as a young girl had
underlined things, or written things in the margin. It felt
comforting to know that Mum was into the same kind of things that
she was at the same age. Lucy looked carefully at all of the notes
that Mum had jotted down in the margins, looking to see if there
was some clue to why it had been sent to her as Amy had suggested.
She certainly couldn’t find anything and there was nothing in
particular about dolphins.
    She was
intrigued to read about some caves along the Cornish coast. Of
course Lucy was well aware that Cornwall was famous for its
smugglers’ coves and smugglers’ caves, but in the book it said that
the Trinity Caves had a reputation for beautiful stalactites and
crystalline rock formation. The exact location of the caves had
been lost and not even the most intrepid cavers had been able to
locate the site where they were supposed to be. ‘This is it!’ Mum
had drawn something in the margin, but it didn’t mean anything to
her at all.
    Lucy was
engrossed in the book when Dad called her down to dinner and Lucy
reluctantly hid it under her duvet before going
downstairs.
    Sometimes Lucy
felt as though she would be betraying Spirit, Dancer and the others
by being too friendly to Dad, but other times it felt comfortable
and easy to talk to him about what had happened that
day.
    ‘ How was work
then?’ she asked as she munched on the
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