The Secret Keeper by Genevieve Graham EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Genevieve Graham
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— June 1942 —
Oshawa, Onario
Dorothy Wilson tucked a strand of blond hair behind her ear and scowled at
the mystery novel in her hand. The author’s latest reveal didn’t seem plausible,
and it made the character seem so much more dim-witted than Dot imagined he
was. On the other hand—
“Dot!”
She glanced up. Her twin sister was leaning over Mr. Meier’s black Chevy
truck’s engine, groaning as she stretched for something. Dot could type a mile a
minute, add six-digit gures in her head in no time at, and speak three
languages like a native (not including Morse code), but she’d never been
interested enough in engines to bother learning what was inside them. She
didn’t mind coming out here, though. The garage was poorly lit by one hanging
bulb, and the rain outside the closed door chilled the air, but she always liked to
be near Margaret.
In contrast to Dot’s navy-blue dress with its spotless Peter Pan collar, her
sister was clad in a grease-stained, exceedingly unladylike pair of overalls, and her
thick black hair was tied into a haphazard ponytail. Most people shook their
head in wonder, seeing how dierent the Wilson twins were. Dierent, yes, but
also inseparable.
“Yes, Dash?” Dot asked.
Everyone, except their mother, called Margaret by her nickname. Considering
the way Dot’s sister always rushed around, it suited her to a T.
Dash twisted around, her cheek smeared by a thick swipe of oil. “You didn’t
hear me? I’ve been saying your name for ve minutes at least.”
Dot was aware that she missed out on a lot of what people said if she was
engaged in a book, but often she felt—somewhat selshly, she allowed—that
whatever they might be saying couldn’t be as interesting as what she was reading.
This time, however, she was contrite. Dash was annoyed. Not with her, but with
the truck.
“Désolé. Que veux-tu?” she asked. The novel in her hands was a French
translation, and sometimes the words overlapped in her head. Her mother had
gotten her started on mystery novels a few years back, but this was the rst one
she’d read that wasn’t written in English. Her father had found the book hidden
away in a bookstore and given it to her, knowing she’d enjoy the challenge. She
was already wondering where she could nd more translations.
“Hand me the half inch, please?”
Setting one nger on the page to hold her place, Dot scanned the scattered
assortment of tools on the table beside her. She picked up a wrench, eyed it for
size, then placed it in her sister’s hand before returning her attention to the
book.
“That should do it,” Dash said to herself, sticking her ngers into the engine
and checking the tension of whatever it was before climbing into the driver’s
seat. The engine gave a noisy series of clicks, but that was all. “Damn,” she
whispered under her breath as she marched back to the hood.
Dot’s mouth twitched. She loved when her sister swore.
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