Unforgettable Miranda - Bookworm. Oxford English-Chinese Bilingual Readers (Level 1 suitable for first and second grades of junior high school)

Author: (English) Ekinwumi
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Publish Date: 2006-06-01
Features: Both the children and their father couldn’t forget Miranda, and they would naturally talk about her from time to time. Miranda’s sister often visited us, always telling the children stories about their mother. Nick couldn’t forget Miranda, and I knew he couldn’t. The hospitalized grandmother also couldn’t forget her. They all couldn’t forget Miranda. I had never met Miranda, but I could see her photo every day, placed next to the phone in the kitchen. The photo showed her and her children. Every day, I could see her beautiful dark eyes and her dark hair.
The first time I saw Miranda’s photo was two years ago. On a cold day in October that year, I left London and drove north to a house in Norfolk, preparing to start my new job. I drove north, and it started raining after I passed Norwich. The sky was dark, and the wind was fierce, so I drove cautiously and slowly. I wanted to meet the Harvey children before they went to sleep. But because of the weather, I had already reached Cromer Town by 8 p.m. I drove through the town and along the coastal road. Suddenly, I stopped—a tree had fallen across the road. I got out of the car. It was a large tree, and I couldn’t move it. Just then, a small car pulled up behind me, and a man got out.
"What’s wrong? Oh—there’s a tree on the road.” He was tall, around thirty.
“Where are you going?” he asked.
“Not far,” I replied. “It’s a house on this road, near the sea, called the Beach House.”
“Oh, I know the Beach House,” the man said. “It’s the last house on this road. But with this tree blocking the way, you won’t be able to drive there tonight.” He paused.
“My name is Nick Watson, and I live on the farm next to the road. We can go to my house, then cross the fields and walk to the Beach House. Are you visiting for the weekend?”
“No, not really. I’m going to work there, to take care of Mr. Harvey’s children. Their mother passed away two years ago, and the grandmother’s legs are affected by arthritis, so she can’t walk much. So, I’m going to take care of the children and handle household chores.” I told him.
“I met Mrs. Harvey in London six weeks ago, and she gave me this job. Do you know the Harveys?”
The man laughed. His laugh was gentle and friendly.
“Oh, yes, I know them,” he replied.
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