About the page...
Back to Grace and Simon for a couple of pages.
Although the text does say that Grace "slapped" Simon, I thought drawing a good ear-thumping was more fun to draw. Besides, maybe she slapped him later.
"Rashers" are what Americans call bacon and a "bin", of course, is a container for waste.
The front of the box of tea looks like this:
Earl Long was (on several occasions) the governor of Louisiana. He did not marry a stripper. And, yes, I know "oolong" is one word.
The story thus far...
Grace and Simon, two teenage tearaways, have discovered a passage to Reality in the basement of The tré (a tiny theatre in their miniscule town of Otterstow). Unfortunately, they have accidentally trapped themselves and cannot return, although they do not seem to be in any hurry to do so.
Ignatius (the mayor of Otterstow) suspects this is the case and has enlisted the aid of the parents; Slide, Sandra, Pete and Gina. None of the adults have figured out how to open the passage, which seems to involve a mysterious box that they cannot open.
What's going on right now:
Grace and Simon are starting their day, after having spent the night in the Rialto, which is the theatre on the Reality side.
Drawing completed - 02JUL 2011
Rialto Living Quarters
Simon and Grace woke the next morning. Being near midsummer, the sun had already been in the sky for hours and the blinding light had eventually ended their slumber. They held each other close for some time, with Simon gently playing with Grace's ears, nibbling on them and such. Grace giggled and gently slapped him in admonishment. Suddenly, she got out of bed, stretched and began putting on her clothes.
"Come along, Si. Can't hang about in bed all day. Let's get some brekky on and do some more exploring."
Simon rose and began to put on his remaining clothes.
The pair of them raided the larder once more.
"These eggs should be okay. We can have those. I can tell those rashers are off without even giving 'em a smell," Simon reported. "Chuck 'em the bin."
Grace examined a breadbox. "Well, you can forget toast. The mould on this bread's about to demand its own form of government."
"Oh look, here's some tea!" Simon said. He pulled down the little paper box and held it up for Grace's inspection.