"Barker, Clive - Sacrament (b)" - читать интересную книгу автора (Barker Clive)'Wait, I haven't finished.' 'You don't have to.' 'Fuck, man. I got a great C.' 'It's the acid,' Will said. He leaned towards Cornelius. 'Right?' 'Yeah.' He peered at Will's plate. 'What the hell's that?' 'Omelette.' 'What did you make it with? Penguin eggs?' Will laughed, and was still laughing when Adrianna came in out of the cold. 'Hey, we got more bears at the dump,' she said, her Southern drawl perfectly mismatched with every other detail of her appearance and manner, from her badly trimmed bangs to her heavy-booted stomp. 'At least four of 'em. Two adolescents, a female and a huge male.' She looked first at Will, then at Cornelius, then back at Will. 'A little enthusiasm, please?' 'Just give me a few minutes,' Will said, 'I need a couple of cups of coffee first.' 'You've got to see this male. I mean-' she was struggling for the words - this is the biggest damn bear I ever saw.' 'Maybe the one I saw last night,' Will said. 'Actually we saw each other. Outside Guthrie's place.' Adrianna unzipped her parka and sat down on the beaten-up sofa, flinging aside a pillow and blanket to do so. 'He kept you talking for quite a while,' she said. 'What was the old fuck like?' 'No more crazy than anybody'd be, living in a shack in the middle of nowhere.' 'On his own?' 'He had a dog. Lucy.' 'Hey. . .' Cornelius cooed. 'Does that sound like a man with a supply or what?' He grinned, his eyes popping. 'Only a guy with a habit would name his dog Lucy.' 'Christ!' Adrianna shouted. 'I am so thoroughly sick of hearing you talk about getting high.' Cornelius shrugged. 'Whatever,' he said. 'We came here to do a job of work.' 'And we've done it,' Cornelius said. 'Every damn undignified, pitiful thing a polar bear can do we've got on film. Bears playing around the broken sewage pipes. Bears trying fucky-fucky in the middle of the dump.' 'Okay, okay,' Adrianna said, 'we did good.' She turned to Will. 'I still want you to see my bear,' she said. |
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