دانلود رمان انگلیسی “بانویی در پارک”

I was looking out through Laura’s white louvred shutters. Crisp brown leaves filled the gutter and the plane trees had shed patches of bark. A white mini that I didn’t recognise was parked behind Laura’s dirty black BMW. As I turned away, something moved out there: a young girl walking quickly from left to right on the other side of the street. She looked familiar, though I couldn’t think why. Then she crossed the road and stopped in front of Laura’s fence. She looked straight at me, but she didn’t seem to see me; I was hidden behind the louvres and my back was to the light. Next thing, she was pushing at the gate, flipping the doorknocker and, without waiting, rattling the letter box. Dan glanced up at me. He was watching a Lego movie. Dan is my grandson – he’s six; I’ve been looking after him, off and on, since he was a baby. He looked back at the screen. He was used to urgent knocks at the door; used to men standing there holding brown cardboard boxes – things his mum had ordered. I opened the door. And knew I had met her before: a girl from round the corner called … Ruby, maybe. She was out of breath. There was sweat on her lip and her forehead. She spoke quietly, almost whispered, ‘Can you help me, Mr Domino? I don’t know who to ask.’ Then she was in tears – almost. ‘Please!’ I led her in, sat her at the table and she began to talk, in jerks, between big gulps of air. Her mum had been found about an hour ago on one of the ping-pong tables in the park. ‘She was unconscious,’ she said, and gave me a stare: the kind of stare that, for an instant, made me think that she thought it was my fault. She looked down and dabbed at her eye with her knuckle. ‘They took her in an ambulance. Muriel told me when I got home after football. Muriel’s looking after the kids. Could you … could you come with me to the hospital? I don’t know who else to ask.’ She was crying now and wiping her eyes on her sleeve, her voice a highpitched whine. ‘I’m sorry to bother you. I don’t know what to do.’