دانلود رمان انگلیسی “ناهماهنگ”

“Benny, would you come on? You’re gonna make Momma late for work.” Benny searched under his bed for his shoes, then under a pile of clothes, his work overalls, and some T-shirts heaped in the corner. Nothing. He pulled back the curtain they’d hung to separate his sister’s half of the room when they’d grown uncomfortable sharing a bedroom into their twenties. One glance at her neatly made bed and books in alphabetical order and he knew he wouldn’t find anything there that didn’t belong. “I can’t find my shoes,” he shouted. He hurried to the living room and dropped to his knees, feeling under the couch. “Did you move them somewhere, Cora?” He looked up in time to see her roll her eyes. “Just wear any old something. We have to go.” He didn’t even acknowledge that comment after she’d spent half the morning running her thick hair through the hot comb and changing from dress to skirt to dress again. And she knew good and well that the only other shoes he had were for baseball. Fat chance he was showing up at Aunt Teen’s cookout in those. Cora pulled on her coat and picked up a plate of corn bread cut into even squares. “I swear, Benny, you’d lose your head if it wasn’t attached.” “Benny North,” Momma said, her voice quieting both of them.