The Ocean At The End Of The Lane (2013) - Plot & Excerpts
Lettie’s mother was prodding the huge fireplace with a poker, pushing the burning logs together. Old Mrs. Hempstock was stirring a bulbous pot on the stove with a large wooden spoon. She lifted the spoon to her mouth, blew on it theatrically, sipped from it, pursed her lips, then added a pinch of something and a fistful of something else to it. She turned down the flame. Then she looked at me, from my wet hair to my bare feet, which were blue with cold. As I stood there a puddle began to appear on the flagstone floor around me, and the drips of water from my dressing gown splashed into it. “Hot bath,” said Old Mrs. Hempstock. “Or he’ll catch his death.” “That was what I said,” said Lettie. Lettie’s mother was already hauling a tin bath from beneath the kitchen table, and filling it with steaming water from the enormous black kettle that hung above the fireplace.
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