"Barker, Clive - The Great and Secret Show v1" - читать интересную книгу автора (Barker Clive)

Without replying Joyce stood up.
"Where is he?" she said, her voice suddenly loud. She started towards the door. "I have to see him."
"All right, Momma! All right! Calm down."
At the door, she turned back to Jo-Beth. Tears welled in her eyes.
"You mustn't go near Trudi's boy," she said. "You hear me? You mustn't see him, speak to him, even think of him. Promise me."
"I can't promise that. It's stupid."
"You haven't done anything with him, have you?"
"What do you mean?"
"Oh my Lord, you have."
"I've done nothing."
"Don't lie to me!" Momma demanded, her hands clutched into bony fists. "You must pray, Jo-Beth!"
"I don't want to pray. I came wanting help from you, that's all. I don't need prayers."
"He's got into you already. You never spoke this way before."
"I never felt this way before!" she replied. Tears were perilously close; anger and fear all muddled up. It was no use listening to Momma, she wasn't going to provide anything but calls to prayer. Jo-Beth crossed to the door, her momentum enough to warn Momma that she wouldn't be prevented from leaving. There was no resistance. Momma stepped aside and let her go, but as she headed down the stairs called after her:
"Jo-Beth, come back! I'm sick, Jo-Beth! Jo-Beth! Jo-Beth!"
Howie opened the door to his beauty in tears.
"What's wrong?" he said ushering her in.
She put her hands to her face and sobbed. He wrapped his arms around her. "It's OK," he said. "Nothing's that bad." The sobs diminished steadily, until she disengaged herself from him and stood forlornly in the middle of the room, wiping the tears from her cheeks with the back of her hand.
"I'm sorry," she said.
"What happened?"
"It's a long story. It goes way back. To your mother and mine."
"They knew each other?"
She nodded. "They were best friends."
"So this was in the stars," he said, smiling.
"I don't think that's the way Momma sees it."
"Why not? Son of her best friendЧ"
"Did your mother ever tell you why she left the Grove?"
"She was unmarried."
"So's Momma."
"Maybe she's tougher than myЧ"
"No, what I mean is: maybe that's more than a coincidence. All my life there's been rumors about what happened before I was born. About Momma and her friends."
"I know nothing about this."
"I only know bits and pieces. There were four of them. Your mother; mine; a girl called Carolyn Hotchkiss, whose father still lives in the Grove, and another. I forget her name. Arleen something. They were attacked. Raped, I think."
Howie's smile had long since disappeared.
"Mother?" he said softly. "Why did she never say anything?"
"Who's going to tell their kid they were conceived that way?"
"Oh my God," Howie said. "Raped..."
"Maybe I'm wrong," Jo-Beth said, looking up at Howie. His face was knotted up, as though he'd just been slapped.
"I've lived with these rumors all my life, Howie. I've seen Momma driven half-mad by them. Talking about the Devil all the time. It used to scare me so much, when she started talking about Satan having his eye on me. I used to pray to be invisible, so he couldn't see me."
Howie took his spectacles off and threw them on to the bed.
"I never really told you why I came here, did I?" he said. "I think...think...think it's time I did. I came because I don't have the first clue as to who or what I am. I wanted to find out about the Grove and why it drove my mother out."
"Now you wish you'd never come."
"No. If I hadn't come I wouldn't have met you. Wouldn't haveЧhave...have...fallen in loveЧ"
"With someone who's probably your own sister?"
The slapped look slackened. "No," he said. "I can't believe that."
"I recognized you the moment I stepped into Butrick's. You recognized me. Why?"
"Love at first sight."
"I wish."
"That's what I feel. It's what you feel too. I know it is. You said it is."
"That was before."