"Alvin Maker 06 - The Crystal City 1.0" - читать интересную книгу автора (Card Orson Scott)

Alvin and Arthur Stuart let the money dribble out of their hands and back down onto the planks. Once again, Alvin made sure that none of it fell through the cracks. Money wouldn't do no good to anybody down in the water.
"You always this honest?" said Alvin.
"About money, yes sir," said Abe.
"But not about everything."
"I have to admit that there's parts of some stories I tell that aren't strictly speaking the absolute God's-own truth."
"Well, no, of course not," said Alvin, "but you can't tell a good story without improving it here and there."
"Well, you can," said Abe. "But then what do you do when you need to tell the same story to the same people? You gotta change it then, so it'll still be entertaining."
"So it's really for their benefit to fiddle with the truth."
"Pure Christian charity."
Coz was still asleep when they found him, but it wasn't the sleep of the newly knocked-upside-the-head, it was a snorish sleep of a weary man. So Abe paused a moment to put a finger to his lips, to let Alvin and Arthur Stuart know that they should let him do the talking. Only when they nodded did he start nudging Coz with his toe.
Coz sputtered and awoke. "Oh, man," he said. "What am I doing here?"
"Waking up," said Abe. "But a minute ago, you was sleeping."
"I was? Why was I sleeping here?"
"I was going to ask you the same question," said Abe. "Did you have a good time with that lady you fell so much in love with?"
Coz started to brag. "Oh, you bet I did." Only they could all see from his face that he actually had no memory of what might have happened. "It was amazing. She was-only maybe I shouldn't tell you all about it in front of the boy."
"No, best not," said Abe. "You must have got powerful drunk last night."
"Last night?" asked Coz, looking around.
"It's been a whole night and a day since you took off with her. I reckon you probably spent every dime of your half of the money. But I'm a-tellin' you, Coz, I'm not giving you any of my half, I'm just not."
Coz patted himself and realized his wallet was missing. "Oh, that snickety-pickle. That blimmety-blam."
"Coz has him a knack for swearing in front of children," said Abe.
"My wallet's gone," he said.
"I reckon that includes the money in it," said Abe.
"Well she wouldn't steal the wallet and leave the money, would she?" said Coz.
"So you're sure she stole it?" said Abe.
"Well how else would my wallet turn up missing?" said Coz.
"You spent a whole night and day carousing. How do you know you didn't spend it all? Or give it to her as a present? Or make six more friends and buy them drinks till you ran out of money, and then you traded the wallet for one last drink?"
Coz looked like he'd been kicked in the belly, he was so stunned and forlorn. "Do you think I did, Abe? I got to admit, I have no memory of what I did last night."
Then he reached up and touched his head. "I must have slept my way clear past the hangover."
"You don't look too steady," said Abe. "Maybe you don't have a hangover cause you're still drunk."
"I am a little wobbly," said Coz. "Tell me, the three of you, am I talking slurry? Do I sound drunk?"
Alvin shrugged. "Maybe you sound like a man as just woke up."
"Kind of a frog in your throat," said Arthur Stuart.
"I've seen you drunker," said Abe.
"Oh, I'm never gonna live down the shame of this, Abe," said Coz. "You warned me not to go off with her. And whether she robbed me or somebody else did or I spent it all or I clean lost it from being so stupid drunk, I'm going home empty-handed and Ma'll kill me, she'll just ream me out a new ear, she'll cuss me up so bad."
"Oh, Coz, you know I won't leave you in such a bad way," said Abe.
"Won't you? You mean it? You'll give me a share of your half?"
"Enough to be respectable," said Abe. "We'll just say you ... invested the rest of it, on speculation, kind of, but it went bad. They'll believe that, right? That's better than getting robbed or spending it on likker."
"Oh, it is, Abe. You're a saint. You're my best friend. And you won't have to lie for me, Abe. I know you hate to lie, so you just tell folks to ask me and I'll do all the lyin'."
Abe reached into his pocket and took out Coz's own wallet and handed it to him. "You just take from that wallet as much as you think you'll need to make your story stick."
Coz started counting out the twenty-dollar gold pieces, but it only took a few before his conscience started getting to him. "Every coin I take is taken from you, Abe. I can't do this. You decide how much you can spare for me."
"No, you do the calculatin'," said Abe. "You know I'm no good at accounts, or my store wouldn't have gone bust the way it did last year."
"But I feel like I'm robbing you, taking money out of your wallet like this."
"Oh, that ain't my wallet," said Abe.
Coz looked at him like he was crazy. "You took it out of your own pocket," he said. "And if it ain't yours, then whose is it?"
When Abe didn't answer, Coz looked at the wallet again.
"It's mine," he said.
"It does look like yours," said Abe.
"You took it out of my own pocket when I was sleeping!" said Coz, outraged.
"I can tell you honestly that I did not," said Abe. "And these gentlemen can affirm that I did not touch you with more than the toe of my boot as you laid there snoring like a choir of angels."
"Then how'd you get it?"