The Last Song by Nicholas Sparks EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Nicholas Sparks
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Ronnie
Six months earlier
Ronnie slouched in the front seat of the car, wondering why on earth her
mom and dad hated her so much.
It was the only thing that could explain why she was here visiting her dad,
in this godforsaken southern armpit of a place, instead of spending time with
her friends back home in Manhattan.
No, scratch that. She wasn’t just visiting her dad. Visiting implied a
weekend or two, maybe even a week. She supposed she could live with a
visit. But to stay until late August? Pretty much the entire summer? That was
banishment, and for most of the nine hours it had taken them to drive down,
she’d felt like a prisoner being transferred to a rural penitentiary. She
couldn’t believe her mom was actually going to make her go through with
this.
Ronnie was so enveloped in misery, it took a second for her to recognize
Mozart’s Sonata no. 16 in C Major. It was one of the pieces she had
performed at Carnegie Hall four years ago, and she knew her mom had put it
on while Ronnie was sleeping. Too bad. Ronnie reached over to turn it off.
“Why’d you do that?” her mom said, frowning. “I like hearing you play.”
“I don’t.”
“How about if I turn the volume down?”
“Just stop, Mom. Okay? I’m not in the mood.”
Ronnie stared out the window, knowing full well that her mom’s lips had
just formed a tight seam. Her mom did that a lot these days. It was as if her
lips were magnetized.
“I think I saw a pelican when we crossed the bridge to Wrightsville
Beach,” her mom commented with forced lightness.
“Gee, that’s swell. Maybe you should call the Crocodile Hunter.”
“He died,” Jonah said, his voice floating up from the backseat, the sounds
mingling with those from his Game Boy. Her ten-year-old pain-in-the-butt
brother was addicted to the thing. “Don’t you remember?” he went on. “It
was really sad.”
“Of course I remember.”
“You didn’t sound like you remembered.”
“Well, I did.”
“Then you shouldn’t have said what you just said.”
She didn’t bother to respond a third time. Her brother always needed the
last word. It drove her crazy.
“Were you able to get any sleep at all?” her mom asked.
“Until you hit that pothole. Thanks for that, by the way. My head
practically went through the glass.”
Her mom’s gaze remained fixed on the road. “I’m glad to see your nap put
you in a better mood.”
Ronnie snapped her gum. Her mom hated that, which was the main reason
she’d done it pretty much nonstop as they’d driven down I-95. The interstate,
in her humble opinion, was just about the most boring stretch of roadway
ever conceived. Unless someone was particularly fond of greasy fast food,
disgusting rest-stop bathrooms, and zillions of pine trees, it could lull a
person to sleep with its hypnotically ugly monotony.
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