Rosanna Pilcher - Audiobook - Male/Female - Authentic Characters
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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Rosanna Pilcher narrator Beautiful Ashes by Shelley Edwards. Jorgenson Girls. It's time to go. My father's baritone sounded from the alcove near the door. Mom held our coats giving dad mine. When my sister and I appeared, he crouched helping me button it. Grandma now appeared with her hands full, stuffing things into our overnight bags. She stopped mid motion and stared at my mother. I followed her gaze, studying mom's gray knit hat with pom pom bouncing on top, plaid scarf, gray tweed coat and sunglasses. Mom smiled and lifted a hand toward the porch. Oh, those icy steps out front. I fell leaving Friday. It's nothing. Mom. Thanks again for watching the girls. I looked back as dad carried me down the steep stairs. Grandma stood looking out the door, warm air escaping past her into the frosty night. I waved my fingers but she didn't notice sharp objects by Gillian Flynn. I think I finally realized why I don't love you. She said I knew she didn't but I never heard her admit as much you remind me of my mother, Joya, cold and distant and so so smug. You're always so willful. Even from the beginning. You disobeyed, wouldn't eat like you're punishing me for being born and now you come back and all I can think of is why Marion and not, her rage flattened immediately into a dark despair. I'm not so pleased to be left here anyway. Mama, you are so hateful. I learned at your feet. My mother lunged, then grabbed me by both arms. Then she reached behind me and with one fingernail circled the spot on my back that had no scars. The only place you have left. She whispered at me someday. I'll carve my name there. She shook me, once released me, then left me on the stairs. Nothing to see here. But Kevin Wilson. When I took the Children to the guest house, Roland said, this looks like TV. And I asked you mean like a television show, like a kids show. We don't have television. Bessie said, mom won't let us watch television but we can watch it. Now, Roland asked like it was just dawning on him. Oh, yes. I said, I imagine that we'd watch a lot of television or I had before I'd actually met the kids. Now, I felt like bugs bunny would hit Daffy duck with a hammer and Bessie and Roland would burst into flames. Well, with some regulations, I continued, the door was open but it was like they were vampires and had to be invited in. Are you worried about something? I asked? No, Bessie said, irritated. We're just thinking about what I asked their mother, I figured their father, maybe none of your business. She said their mother.