Chapter 4: Coraline Get's Interested in This Book (Continued)
"Hi sorry for the wait it has been a long time since I was busy doing school work for the fall it's so boring. And that I can't wait to share you with this novel that I am about to read for you guys. Here we are as we continued the novel…", Coraline.
"Ahoy! Caroline!" called the crazy old man upstairs.
"Oh, hullo," said Coraline.
She could hardly see the old man through the mist.
He walked down the steps on the outside of the house that led up past Coraline's front door to the door of his flat. He walked down very slowly. Coraline waited at the bottom of the stairs.
"The mice do not like the mist," he told her. "It makes their whiskers droop."
"I don't like the mist much, either," admitted Coraline.
"But I like the mist too! It looks so cool when it's all foggy…I still don't know what to say?", Coraline is dumbstruck on that thought.
The old man leaned down, so close that the bottoms of his mustache tickled Coraline's ear. "The mice have a message for you," he whispered.
Coraline didn't know what to say.
"The message is this. Don't go through the door." He paused. "Does that mean anything to you?"
"No," said Coraline.
The old man shrugged. "They are funny, the mice. They get things wrong. They got your name wrong, you know. They kept saying Coraline. Not Caroline. Not Caroline at all."
He picked up a milk bottle from the bottom of the stairs and started back up to his attic flat.
"Well duh, even Mr. Bobo warned me about that you know", Coraline rolls her eyes in an annoying tone.
Coraline went indoors. Her mother was working in her study. Her mother's study smelled of flowers.
"What shall I do?" asked Coraline.
"When do you go back to school?" asked her mother.
"Next week," said Coraline.
"Hmph," said her mother. "I suppose I shall have to get you new school clothes. Remind me, dear, or else I'll forget," and she went back to typing things on the computer screen.
"What shall I do?" repeated Coraline.
"Draw something," Her mother passed her a sheet of paper and a ballpoint pen.
Coraline tried drawing the mist. After ten minutes of drawing she still had a white sheet of paper with written on it in one corner in slightly wiggly letters. She grunted and passed it to her mother.
"Wow… I am certainly feeling sorry for myself; I apologize to everyone that I have a bad hand writing", Coraline said sadly.
"Mm. Very modern, dear," said Coraline's mother.
Coraline crept into the drawing room and tried to open the old door in the corner. It was locked once more. She supposed her mother must have locked it again. She shrugged.
Coraline went to see her father.
He had his back to the door as he typed. "Go away," he said cheerfully as she walked in.
"I'm bored," she said.
"Learn how to tap-dance," he suggested, without turning around.
Coraline shook her head. "Why don't you play with me?" she asked.
"Busy," he said. "Working," he added. He still hadn't turned around to look at her. "Why don't you go and bother Miss Spink and Miss Forcible?"
"Really father? Why won't you play with me when you're busy doing your work every day? I still don't get it!", Coraline frustrated at this point.
Coraline put on her coat and pulled up her hood and went out of the house. She went downstairs. She rang the door of Miss Spink and Miss Forcible's flat. Coraline could hear a frenzied woofing as the Scottie dogs ran out into the hall. After a while Miss Spink opened the door.
"Oh, it's you, Caroline," she said. "Angus, Hamish, Bruce, down now, luvvies. It's only Caroline. Come in, dear. Would you like a cup of tea?"
The flat smelled of furniture polish and dogs.
"Yes, please," said Coraline. Miss Spink led her into a dusty little room, which she called the parlor. On the walls were black-and-white photographs of pretty women, and theater programs in frames. Miss Forcible was sitting in one of the armchairs, knitting hard.
They poured Coraline a cup of tea in a little pink bone china cup, with a saucer. They gave her a dry Garibaldi biscuit to go with it.
Miss Forcible looked at Miss Spink, picked up her knitting, and took a deep breath. "Anyway, April. As I was saying: you still have to admit, there's life in the old dog yet."
"Miriam, dear, neither of us is as young as we were."
"Madame Arcati," replied Miss Forcible. "The nurse in Romeo. Lady Bracknell. Character parts. They can't retire you from the stage."
"Now, Miriam, we agreed," said Miss Spink. Coraline wondered if they'd forgotten she was there. They weren't making much sense; she decided they were having an argument as old and comfortable as an armchair, the kind of argument that no one ever really wins or loses but which can go on forever, if both parties are willing.
She sipped her tea.
"I'll read the leaves, if you want," said Miss Spink to Coraline.
"Sorry?" said Coraline.
"The tea leaves, dear. I'll read your future."
Coraline passed Miss Spink her cup. Miss Spink peered shortsightedly at the black tea leaves in the bottom. She pursed her lips.
"You know, Caroline," she said, after a while, "you are in terrible danger."
"Danger…how am I in danger?", Coraline wondered.
Miss Forcible snorted, and put down her knitting. "Don't be silly, April. Stop scaring the girl. Your eyes are going. Pass me that cup, child."
(Coraline facepalms at this point.)
Coraline carried the cup over to Miss Forcible. Miss Forcible looked into it carefully, shook her head, and looked into it again.
"Oh dear," she said. "You were right, April. She is in danger."
"See, Miriam," said Miss Spink triumphantly. "My eyes are as good as they ever were. . . ."
"What am I in danger from?" asked Coraline.
Misses Spink and Forcible stared at her blankly. "It didn't say," said Miss Spink. "Tea leaves aren't reliable for that kind of thing. Not really. They're good for general, but not for specifics."
"What should I do then?" asked Coraline, who was slightly alarmed by this.
"Don't wear green in your dressing room," suggested Miss Spink.
"Or mention the Scottish play," added Miss Forcible.
"Hmph, just like where I was into…what do you mean Miss Spink?", Coraline scratches her blue hair thinking.
Coraline wondered why so few of the adults she had met made any sense. She sometimes wondered who they thought they were talking to.
"And be very, very careful," said Miss Spink. She got up from the armchair and went over to the fireplace. On the mantelpiece was a small jar, and Miss Spink took off the top of the jar and began to pull things out of it. There was a tiny china duck, a thimble, a strange little brass coin, two paper clips and a stone with a hole in it.
She passed Coraline the stone with a hole in it.
"What's it for?" asked Coraline. The hole went all the way through the middle of the stone. She held it up to the window and looked through it.
"It might help," said Miss Spink. "They're good for bad things, sometimes."
Coraline put on her coat, said good-bye to Misses Spink and Forcible and to the dogs, and went outside.
"But I thought they were for lost things…It was cool how they mentioned it. Hmm… I wondered if this stone hole is the purpose that had the 3 ghost children's eyes? I have no clue. This book seems getting more interesting for me in a mysterious way of thinking. I definitely have to keep reading on, but oh well looks like that wraps it up for today everyone. I'll see you all next time in the next chapter, looking forward to it! Boy, I need to calm down a bit with all the stress that I'm putting up with. Well bye!", Coraline. (Coraline is interested at this point…)