![]() “If you tried it, maybe you’d like it,” said Coraline’s father, but she shook her head. ![]() “You know I don’t like recipes,” she told her father, while her dinner went around and around and the little red numbers on the microwave oven counted down to zero. Then she went to the freezer and got out some microwave chips and a microwave minipizza. “It’s leek and potato stew with a tarragon garnish and melted Gruyère cheese,” he admitted.Ĭoraline sighed. “Daddy,” she said, “you’ve made a recipe again.” ![]() It was nearly dark outside now, and the rain was still coming down, pattering against the windows and blurring the lights of the cars in the street outside.Ĭoraline’s father stopped working and made them all dinner.Ĭoraline was disgusted. She shut the door and put the string of keys back on top of the kitchen doorframe. The other side is the empty flat on the other side of the house, the one that’s still for sale.” When they turned the house into flats, they simply bricked it up. “When this place was just one house,” said Coraline’s mother, “that door went somewhere. She sorted through them carefully, and selected the oldest, biggest, blackest, rustiest key. She reached up and took a string of keys from the top of the kitchen doorframe. She said to her mother, “Where does that door go?” The other-the big, carved, brown wooden door at the far corner of the drawing room-was locked. Of the doors that she found, thirteen opened and closed. ![]() She discovered the hot water tank (it was in a cupboard in the kitchen). ![]()
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