"Asaro, Catherine - Echea" - читать интересную книгу автора (Asaro Catherine)

"Do not!" Susan shouted from the porch.

"See?" Anne said. Then she took EcheaТs
hand and led her up the steps.

That first night we awakened to screams. I
came out of a deep sleep, already sitting
up, ready to do battle. At first, I
thought my link was on; I had lulled
myself to sleep with a bedtime story. My
link had an automatic shut-off, but I
sometimes forgot to set it. With all that
had been happening the last few days, I
believed I might have done so again.

Then I noticed my husband sitting up as
well, groggily rubbing the sleep out of
his eyes.

The screams hadnТt stopped. They were
piercing, shrill. It took me a moment to
recognize them.

Susan.

I was out of bed before I realized it,
running down the hall before I had time to
grab my robe. My nightgown flapped around
me as I ran. My husband was right behind
me. I could hear his heavy steps on the
hardwood floor.

When we reached SusanТs room, she was
sitting on the window seat, sobbing. The
light of the full moon cut across the
cushions and illuminated the rag rugs and
the old-fashioned pink spread.

I sat down beside her and put my arm
around her. Her frail shoulders were
shaking, and her breath was coming in
short gasps. My husband crouched before
her, taking her hands in his.

"What happened, sweetheart?" I asked.

"IЦIЦI saw him," she said. "His face
exploded, and the blood floated down."

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