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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
British (Received Pronunciation - RP, BBC) Eastern European (General) Scottish (General)Transcript
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I don't know when I fell in love with KUSA, perhaps from the very beginning, perhaps when I saw him sleeping like a boy, his arm across his brow, his black hair struggling into his neck, and I dared to remove his shoes and carefully cover him with a blanket. I dreaded him finding out I was pregnant. I had tried not to believe it myself. I couldn't have that monster Robards baby growing inside me. It was close as grandmother who gave the game away. Demented or not, she could tell a pregnant girl. They be They be, she cackled, reaching out her withered hand to stroke my stomach. Is it true? Asked Kusa in the hard voice. I know that beautifully. Who choked to speak? Yes, it wasn't my fault. What did happen to that miss cooperative Dad? Funny question. Why do you want to know that? I thought I saw her the other day yet coming back from school, that's all. Sadie, the dog hunkered down obligingly on the ground outside the big glass doors to the surgery, and Reggie went inside and found the reception desk, where a woman was having a silent standoff with her computer without even glancing in Reggie's direction. She put her hand up and made a kind of Holt sign to her. Reggie wondered if she was going to say, Sit and stay. Eventually, the receptionist, tor her eyes away from the screen and giving Reggie a starchy look, said Yes, it pained. Ready to think that Dr Hunter worked in a place that contained such on friendly people. I know Dr Hunter's away, Reggie said. I just wondered when she would be back. I'm afraid I can't tell you that because it's confidential information because I don't know. Are you looking for an appointment with her? No. Because I could make him with another doctor. No, no, thank you. You don't know why she's going away, do you? Reggie asked. Hopefully. No, I can't tell you that. Because it's confidential information. Yes, just one last thing ready? Said did she found in herself? Or was it Mr Hunter? Who are you, little miss? Nobody. Sister of the lesser Billy. Often of the storm. Little Polly Flinders sitting amongst the sender's bread. He didn't say any of that. Of course she just said Well, CIA and hope that she wouldn't