Матильда
Miss Honey’s Story
"Andanyway,Iwasfartooterrifiedtocomplain.Itoldyou,Iwasherslave."
"Didshebeatyou?"
"Let’snotgointodetails,"MissHoneysaid.
"Howsimplyawful,"Matildasaid."Didyoucrynearlyallthetime?"
"OnlywhenIwasalone,"MissHoneysaid."Iwasn’tallowedtocryinfrontofher.ButIlivedinfear."
"Whathappenedwhenyouleftschool?"Matildaasked.
"Iwasabrightpupil,"MissHoneysaid."Icouldeasilyhavegotintouniversity.Buttherewasnoquestionofthat."
"Whynot,MissHoney?"
"BecauseIwasneededathometodothework.""Thenhowdidyoubecomeateacher?"Matildaasked."ThereisaTeacher’sTrainingCollegeinReading,"Miss
Honeysaid."That’sonlyfortyminutes’bus-rideawayfromhere.IwasallowedtogothereonconditionIcamestraighthomeagaineveryafternoontodothewashingandironingandtocleanthehouseandcookthesupper."
"Howoldwereyouthen?"Matildaasked.
"WhenIwentintoTeacher’sTrainingIwaseighteen,"MissHoneysaid.
"Youcouldhavejustpackedupandwalkedaway,"Matildasaid.
"NotuntilIgotajob,"MissHoneysaid."Anddon’tforget,IwasbythendominatedbymyaunttosuchanextentthatIwouldn’thavedared.Youcan’timaginewhatit’sliketobecompletelycontrolledlikethatbyaverystrongpersonality.Itturnsyoutojelly.Sothat’sit.That’sthesadstoryofmylife.
NowI’vetalkedenough."
"Pleasedon’tstop,"Matildasaid."Youhaven’tfinishedyet.