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Love, Aubrey

by Suzanne LaFleur

At the outset we meet 11-year-old Aubrey… living alone. Aubrey is the survivor of a car crash that has killed her sister and father – and now her mother has abandoned her. Strong stuff.

Aubrey moves to a new home with her Grandmother, starts a new school and makes good friends. But, unable to talk about her experience, she writes letters instead. We watch, from Aubrey’s perspective, as she goes through stages of bereavement and tries to come to terms with her relationship with her mother.

 

Publisher: Puffin

Extract

'It was fun at first, playing house.

I made all my own meals. Crackers and cheese, three times a day.

I watched whatever I wanted on TV, all day.

It’d been a good three days: crackers and cheese for breakfast, TV; crackers and cheese for lunch, TV; crackers and cheese for dinner, TV, bed. Nothing to think about but TV and cheese. A perfect world.

Then I ran out of cheese.

There wasn’t anything left in the freezer. The veggie drawer in the fridge had drippy brown lettuce and stinky carrots. A container of milk sat on the shelf. I opened it. It smelled awful too, so I put the cap back on and shoved it to the back of the fridge.

I checked my room for snacks. I peeked at the lower shelf of my nightstand, where I had set a plate with two chocolate- covered cookies for Jilly, the way Savannah always did. Jilly’s cookies used to disappear, but I couldn’t seem to get her to come round any more. Savannah probably ate the cookies herself. I picked one up and bit it, but it was hard stale.

I had to go shopping. I needed a break from TV anyway. I got some money from my sock drawer, taking just two of the twenty- dollar bills left over from my birthday. It was so long ago, my birthday. On the day I turned eleven, I didn’t think I would be using the money in Gram’s card to buy my own groceries.

Everything was different now.

I didn’t want anyone at the store to notice me, so I put on a hat and sunglasses, like a movie star walking around a city.

I put my backpack on and set out for the grocery store. It was nice to be outside for a change. The summer air felt really hot, though, and soon there was sweat under my hat and running down my face behind the glasses. The disguise wasn’t as glamorous as it had seemed.

I was excited to pick out anything I wanted at the store. I went to the aisle with the SpaghettiOs and lifted my sunglasses to examine the cans. I wanted the ones with meatballs. Savannah likes the plain ones. No, she liked – Savannah had liked the plain ones – I suddenly felt very sick, there in the canned-goods aisle.

But I needed food. I put five cans of SpaghettiOs with meatballs into my trolley.

Because I wanted to run a healthy household, I figured I needed some vegetables. I got two cans of corn and one of green beans. I picked out a box of Cheerios and a carton of milk, a loaf of bread, packs of sliced turkey and ham and a bag of apples. I realized my backpack would feel heavy and figured that that was enough to eat, for a few days anyway.

I paid and made it out of the store without anyone recognizing me. I stopped at a bench and zipped the paper grocery bag into my backpack. I adjusted my hat and sunglasses and started to walk home, but that’s when I noticed the pet store next to the grocery. I wasn’t on a schedule or anything. I had time to go inside.

A bell jingled on the door as I opened it. The store had a heavy smell of animals and the sounds of many noisy birds chirping.

There were three puppies in glass cages. I pressed my hand to one of the windows and the baby dog jumped against it.

That would be fun, to have a dog.

I took the wad of leftover money out of my pocket and looked at it. The puppies cost hundreds of dollars each. Even the rest of the money in my birthday card wouldn’t have been enough.

In the back of the store were tanks of fish. In front of the tanks were rows of individual little bowls, each with one colourful fish inside. The sign said BETTA FISH $3.99. On the very end of the row of bowls was a blue fish with purple-edged fins. He was looking right at me and waving one of his fins.

I wiggled my finger back at him, and looked at the money in my hand again.

I carefully carried the bowl to the counter. The lady there saw me coming and slapped a container of food down.

‘It’s two dollars extra,’ she said.

‘That’s fine, ma’am.’ I watched as she moved my fish into a plastic bag, tied it and handed it to me.

‘What’s his name?’ she asked.

‘Sammy,’ I said.

I held his bag carefully in my hand the whole way home.

I had everything I needed to run a household: a house, food and a new family. From now on it would just be me, Aubrey, and Sammy – the two of us, and no one else.'

  • Suzanne LaFleur

    Suzanne LaFleur was born just outside of Boston, Massachusetts in 1983. As she grew, she enjoyed many of the things that you might enjoy; swimming, eating pizza with her parents on Fridays, watching Saturday morning cartoons, riding her bike, listening to stories, but sometimes Suzanne liked to do things that didn’t make much sense to other people. One of those things was to write scribbles (she didn’t know how to write letters or words yet) on paper, roll the paper up into a scroll, and then unroll it to read her stories out loud to anyone who would listen.

    When Suzanne was nine and entering fourth grade at St John the Evangelist Elementary School in Wellesley, MA, a very important thing happened. She was handed a blank composition book and told to write five lines a day. Five lines a day turned into five pages a day, which turned into a novel; soon Suzanne announced that she would write books for kids her age when she grew up. People who were already grown up told her that she had plenty of time to change her mind, but, being someone who rarely changes her mind about anything, she never did.

    In college, Suzanne focused on getting ready to be an author. Her love of stories and writing led her to a double-major in English and European History at Washington and Lee University in Lexington, Virginia. She studied everything from the origin of language to creative writing to fantasy stories and in the end received her degree with honors for a young-adult speculative novel called The Story of Green.

    Suzanne then attended graduate school in the MFA Writing for Children program at The New School in New York City. It was there she began to write Love, Aubrey, which became her first published book.

    Suzanne still enjoys Manhattan, where she works at The Anderson School, a New York City Public School for gifted children. She spends her summers near Boston, reading stories and teaching swimming at Tenacre Day Camp. Although she has given up bike riding, Suzanne still likes swimming, pizza, cartoons and listening to, making up and sharing stories.

     

    Visit Suzanne's website

     

    http://www.suzannelafleur.com/
    Suzanne Lafleur Photo: Puffin
    Suzanne Lafleur Photo: Puffin

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