Flawed

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Book: Flawed Read Free
Author: Cecelia Ahern
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hair already back in place, though I don’t recall her fixing them.
    As I turn around to look back into my house, I see Bosco standing inside at the window, arms crossed, watching the scene unfold. And I realize it’s him that Bob is shouting at. Bosco, the head of the Guild, is the head of the organization that took Angelina away.
    He can help; I know it. He’s the head of the Flawed court. He will be able to help. It will be all okay. Normality can resume. The world will be turned the right way around again. Things will make sense. Knowing this, my breathing starts to return to normal again.
    As Dad nears Bob, the shouting dies down, but the crying continues, a heartbreaking sound.
    When you see something, it can’t be unseen. When you hear a sound, it can never be unheard. I know, deep down, that this evening I have learned something that can never be unlearned. And the part of my world that is altered will never be the same.

 
    FIVE
    â€œLET’S ADDRESS THE elephant in the room,” Bosco says suddenly, reaching for the red wine and filling his glass generously. He had insisted we all sit back down at the table, though there isn’t anyone who feels hungry after what we’ve just witnessed. Dad is still with Bob. Mom is in the kitchen preparing the main course.
    â€œI don’t understand,” I say to Bosco. “Angelina Tinder is accused of being Flawed?”
    â€œMm-hmm,” he says good-naturedly, his blue eyes dancing as he looks at me. It’s almost as if he is enjoying my reaction.
    â€œBut Angelina is—”
    Mom drops a plate in the kitchen, and it smashes and it stops me in my tracks. Was that a warning from her? To tell me to stop talking?
    â€œI’m okay!” she calls, too chirpily.
    â€œWhat were you going to say about Angelina, Celestine?” Bosco eyes me carefully.
    I swallow. I was going to say that she is nice, that she is kind, that she has young children and she’s a great mom and that they need her, that she has never said or done anything wrong in all the moments I’ve spent time with her. That she’s the most talented piano player I’ve ever heard, that I hoped I could play just like her when I’m older. But I don’t because of the way Bosco is looking at me and because Mom never usually breaks anything. Instead I say, “But she teaches me piano.”
    Juniper tuts beside me in disgust. I can’t even look at Art, I’m so disappointed in myself.
    Bosco laughs. “We can find you a new teacher, dear Celestine. Though you raise a good point. Perhaps we should think about stopping her from playing piano. Instruments are a luxury the Flawed don’t deserve.” He tucks into his starter and takes a huge bite of carpaccio, the only person at the table even holding his cutlery. “Come to think of it, I hope that’s all she was teaching you,” Bosco says, his smiling eyes gone.
    â€œYes, of course,” I say, frowning, confused that he would even question that of me. “What did she do wrong?”
    â€œTaught you the piano,” Art teases. “Her downfall, if anyone’s heard you.”
    Ewan giggles. I smile at Art, thankful for the break in nervous tension in the room.
    â€œIt’s not funny,” Juniper says beside me, quietly but firmly.
    Bosco’s eyes move to her immediately. “You’re correct, Juniper. It’s not funny.”
    Juniper averts her eyes.
    And the tension is back.
    â€œNo, it’s not funny, comical , but it’s funny, peculiar ,” I say, feeling slapped.
    â€œThank you, Thesaurus,” Juniper says under her breath. It’s what she and Ewan always call me when I get bogged down by definitions.
    Bosco ignores me and continues to direct his gaze at my sister. “Did Angelina teach you, too, Juniper?”
    Juniper looks him square in the eye. “Yes, she did. Best teacher I ever had.”
    There’s a

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