“We all make mistakes,” said God.
“What did You say?”
“I said: We all make mistakes,” God said.
“We?” I loosened the tie.
“You, Me—everyone.”was beginning to feel sick. “Are You sure about this?” I said.
“Oh yes,” said God. “One hundred percent. Twenty-three and a half minutes.”was a sound in the room like a creature panting. “What’s that noise?” I said.
“It’s you,” said God. “Can’t you breathe more quietly?”
“No,” I said.knees were behaving strangely now, as if they wanted to fall forward, though I was afraid of that more than anything, and my left leg wouldn’t stop tapping the chair.took one foot off the chair and held on to the tie. I closed my eyes and lifted the other foot off too. Darkness throbbed and jumped in front of me. Colored lights and whistling sounds filled my head. I put both feet back on the chair and hung on to the tie and my body was wet, as if I had been running, and my teeth were chattering.
“Nineteen minutes, nine seconds,” said God.foot slipped. Something hot dribbled down my legs. I swallowed and was trying hard not to cry.
“Nineteen minutes and two seconds,” said God.I said: “You know what I wish?”laughed. “I’d think carefully before you make another wish. The last ones haven’t turned out very well.”
“I wish You would go away and never come back.”
“What?” said God.hung on to the tie. “I would like,” I said, “to never speak to You again.”said: “You don’t mean that.”
“Yes,” I said, “I do.”
“Be careful what you say,” said God.
“It doesn’t matter,” I said. “You can’t do anything to me now.”said: “You’ll be sorry.”
“No,” I said, and took my hands away from the tie. “I already am.”Good ThoughtGOT QUIET in the room. I took a deep breath, but I couldn’t kick away the chair.tried to think what Father would do if he were me and I knew he would try to think of a good thought. So I tried. I thought how good it was now that God had gone away, like it was in the beginning. But it wasn’t like it was in the beginning, because now I knew nothing I had made was good after all.tried again. I thought how in a few minutes Armageddon really would be here and all the bad things would be washed away and the world would be how it was always intended to be. But then I remembered all the people God would destroy, and pretty soon I couldn’t think about that either.I looked down and caught sight of one of the little people I had made to begin with. An arm had come away from the body, but the face was still the same. And that is when I had the best thought I have ever had in my life. I thought of Father going into the Land of Decoration and meeting my mother again.would see Mother standing a little way from him. Something about her would make him go toward her. Then she would turn round and he would not be able to believe it. But he would have to believe it, because it would be true. They would go walking together, leaving a trail in the grass, sometimes my mother’s hand would be in Father’s and sometimes his arm would be around her shoulders. And all the streets and all the rivers and all the names and places of this world, all the people that were and are and will be, would be nothing to this moment.knew it was possible, I knew they really could be together if I could just step forward. But I still couldn’t do it. And then I realized it wasn’t that Father didn’t love me but that I didn’t love Father enough. And when I thought that, the world split apart.undid the tie and fell off the chair and began to cry, though it wasn’t much like crying and more like being sick, like turning myself inside out. I don’t know how long I’d been crying when I heard someone say: “Judith.” Father was standing there.face was white. Then he was beside me on the floor pulling me to him roughly, holding me so tightly, saying over and over: “I’m sorry”—and it was all very strange, as if I was dreaming.don’t know how long we stayed like that, but we were in no place and there was no more time. We were borne up high; we were burning. I never knew another person could do that to me, and perhaps I was doing it to him too.then something happened. The clock in the hall began to chime, and I stopped breathing and looked at him. I got to my feet and my chest was rising and falling.said: “What’s the matter?” He said: “Judith! What on earth—?”listened to those strokes, and at each one a little part of me passed into nothingness, and as each new stroke came, a new piece of me took its place.the strokes were over and I looked at him. I said: “We’re still here.”blinked. “Where d’you expect us to be?”
“I don’t know.”
“Judith, what are you talking about?”began to cry again. I said: “We’re alive, aren’t we?” I held on to his sleeve, his shoulder. My hands were hungry.said. “Judith,” and then he was crying too.said: “I tried to save you. I thought the world was ending,” and we didn’t say anything more for a while. Then he laughed and sniffed and said: “Well, it looks like it’s still here to me.”shook my head. I stared at him. “What are we going to do now?” I said, because I really couldn’t think of anything; I couldn’t see how it would go.wiped his eyes. He said: “Well, we could have breakfast.”
“Then what?”
“I don’t know—we could go for a walk.”
“Where?”thought for a minute. “Up the mountain—the Silent Valley, maybe. We could watch the sunrise.”wiped my eyes. I looked around. “What about the Land of Decoration?”
“We’ll take care of it when we get back.”eye caught the card of Auntie Jo and I took hold of Father’s sleeve. “Let’s visit her,” I said suddenly.looked at me and then at the card. I kept hold of his sleeve. I gripped it tight. He said: “All right.” He got to his feet, as if he was very tired, and then he helped me up.were going through the door when I stopped.
“What is it?” he said.
“I thought I heard something,” I said.looked at me. “All right?”
“Yes,” I said. “I must have imagined it.”to Make a Hot-Air BalloonNOW I will show you how to make a hot-air balloon, one that really does fly. It is not very difficult once you get the basic shape right.will need:wire helium balloonpurpose gluepaintsmall basketneedlethreadpapernet bag oranges come in(no thicker than a Weetabix box)sticky tapesharp pencil
. Take a helium balloon that is shaped like a pear. Not the flattened kind, not the perfectly round kind, not the novelty kind. Trim the seam that runs around the edges.
. Cut a rectangle of cardboard and curl it around the bottom of the balloon so that it is a little cylinder and hides the tail. Glue it together on the inside and tape it to the balloon.
. Paint the cylinder and the balloon in wide, brightly colored stripes.
. Take a net bag oranges come in and cut off the label. Drape it over the balloon and gather it so that it tapers to the bottom. Sew down each fold of net with the cotton thread. Turn it inside out and snip off the net folds. Turn it the right way out and place over the balloon fixing it to the bottom of the cylinder at several points.
. Attach string to the cylinder by boring holes in it with a pencil. Take a small basket (the very light kind that comes with little soaps), and attach four strings to it—one at each corner.
. Push the stem of the balloon through the center of the basket and cut the stem at the very bottom into four. Open out the end, folding them beneath the basket. Tape in place.
. Shred yellow, orange, and red tissue paper and gather into a tongue of flame attaching it to a wire taped to the inside of the cylinder.
. Wrap up tiny people and sit them in the basket.
. Light the flames above their heads.
. Make four little burlap sacks of rice and attach them to the insides of the basket with plenty of string. If you want the balloon to fly, put the sacks on the ground.can forget the sacks altogether, but I would leave one attached, otherwise the balloon will soar up to the ceiling and bump around for days and crash when you’re not there to catch it, and lots of small people will die; it may fall on a town or a school or a marketplace and then even more will die. Or if you are not in a room but in the open air, it really will sail away and the little people will never be heard of again.course, they will have the time of their lives because the view will be marvelous; it’s coming down that is the difficult thing. So always leave something attached. If you want to go higher, just let out more string.you to Clare for discovering the book, and for her care and advice.you to Clara—a fellow lover of little things—and to Sarah, for such sensitive and transformational editorial advice.you to Anthony, Val, and Mike for taking time to read the first draft and for such helpful feedback.you to Mark, Sos, Richard, and Karen for believing I could do something long before I did.importantly, thank you to my mother, an extraordinary human being, for never giving up.the AuthorMCCLEEN is an author and singer-songwriter who lives in London.Holt and Company, LLCsince 1866
Fifth AvenueYork, New York 10010.henryholt.comHolt® and ® are registered trademarks of Henry Holt and Company, LLC.is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.© 2012 by Grace McCleenrights reserved.of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data, Grace.land of decoration: a novel / Grace McCleen.. cm.978-0-8050-9494-7
. Girls—Fiction. 2. Fathers and daughters—Fiction. 3. Good and evil—Fiction. 4. Miracles—Fiction. 5. Religious fiction. 6. Psychological fiction. I. Title..C357745L36 2012
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