The Colors of Madeleine 01: Corner of White

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TO CHARLIE WITH LOVE

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From
Memoir of Isaac Newton
, by John Conduitt, 1727:

[Isaac Newton] received the famous problem which was intended to puzzle all the Mathematicians in Europe at four o’clock in the afternoon when he was very much tired with the business of the Mint where he had been employed all day, and yet he solved it before he went to bed that night.

From
The Kingdom of Cello: An Illustrated Travel Guide
, by T. I. Candle, 7th edition, © 2012, reprinted with kind permission, Brellidge University Press, T. I. Candle.

The Kingdom of Cello (pronounced “Chello”) needs no introduction.

Look, in all honesty, visit Cello when you have the time. It’s a popular tourist destination all year round, so there’s no “peak” or “shoulder” or “off” season. (No seasons at all, as a matter of fact, at least not in the traditional sense.)

I suppose there are various festivals you might like to see, but I can’t think why. These invariably take place in the villages and towns of the Farms, and if there’s one province in Cello that you’ll want to skip, it’s the Farms.

Hold on a moment, what can I be thinking? The Farms! Why, you’ll love them! The golden wheat fields, the cherry orchards, the laconic grins and ambling gaits of the Farmers! As the provincial motto promises: “Sure as hokey-pokey, the Farms’ll charm the heart right out of your belly.”

Not too great with anatomy in the Farms, but those Farmers are the most endearing bunch of muffin-baking, pastry-making, fiddle-playing folk you’ll ever meet.

(Blahdy, blahdy, hooray for Farmers! Blah, blah, pumpkin pie! etc.)

(Seriously, though, if you’re short on time, give the Farms a miss.)

The question is wrong. Correct question: Why would you
not
visit Cello? Keeping in mind that you can always skip the Farms,
why on earth would you not visit Cello?

M
adeleine Tully turned fourteen yesterday, but today she did not turn anything.

Oh, wait. She turned a page.

She was sitting on the sloping roof of her attic flat and she was reading a book. Only, she was not concentrating on the book. She was listening to her mother, who was just inside.

Madeleine’s mother was sewing and watching the quiz show. And she was answering every single question. Snap, snap, snap! She was shooting out the answers like a popcorn machine. She was answering before the host even finished asking.

“What is the capital of Ecuador?”

“Maputo!”

“From the French, what six-letter word —”

“Frisson!”

Each time Madeleine’s mother answered, a contestant on the television also answered, but a moment later. The contestants’ voices sounded calm and quiet.

An ad break came on. The sewing machine stopped. Madeleine’s mother climbed out through the window and sat on the roof beside Madeleine. The spires of Cambridge University traced themselves against the sky behind them.

“Tonight,” said Madeleine’s mother, “we’ll have supper out here on the roof.”

Madeleine closed her book.

“We’ll be cold,” her mother continued. “I’ll bring blankets.”

Madeleine nodded.

“We’ll eat your leftover birthday cake. It doesn’t always have to be beans for supper, you know.”

“No,” Madeleine agreed.

“And we’ll stay out here and watch the stars until we fall asleep amongst the blankets.”

Madeleine and her mother sat side by side, and sighed.

They were thinking the same thing.

They would not eat supper on the roof tonight.

Madeleine’s mother would keep sewing until midnight and would only stop to flex her aching fingers.

They sighed again.

They were remembering the same thing.

Supper tonight would be beans. They had eaten the whole birthday cake yesterday.

If only they had saved some.

“Right, then,” said Madeleine’s mother. She climbed back through the window. The sewing machine started up.

The sewing machine was a Harlsbury Deluxe Model 37B. Madeleine’s mother had won it in London many years before.

She had won it on the quiz show.

One day, soon, she planned to compete on that show again.

Only this time she would not just win the sewing machine. This time she would also win the plasma TV, the luxury towel set, the holiday, the barbecue,
and the car!!!
(That was how the quiz-show host — and Madeleine’s mother — referred to the car: italics and three exclamation marks.)

So, each morning, Madeleine’s mother phoned the TV station to “register her interest” in competing on the show.

Once a fortnight, she mailed in an application to compete.

Every month or so, she took a bus to London, walked to the TV station’s offices, and had a friendly chat with the receptionist. (You never knew who might be influential.)

And every night, she watched the show and answered every question.

Bang, bang, bang! She shouted out the answers like a fireworks display.

And every night, she got every single question wrong.

(The capital of Ecuador is Quito.
Frisson
doesn’t even have six letters.)

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