"John Dalmas - The Second Coming" - читать интересную книгу автора (Dalmas John)

computer room!"


Their own bedroom was somewhat larger, with a queen-sized bed. It had two doors
besides the hall door: one a sliding door to a small patio; the other was to another
three-quarter bath, this one with double washbowls, in a vanity with a false marble
top.
"Tell me what you're thinking," Ben murmured.


She answered without turning. "I'm thinking . . . I'm thinking it's for just a couple of
months. Maybe three. At ten thou a month for the two of us. Then we can leave. Go
home."


He smiled, realizing she wasn't up to being grinned at. "We don't have a home,
sweetheart. Remember? We got foreclosed on. Sold the furniture and appliances to
pay on our debts."


She nodded. "I miss our things," she said stiffly. "The things we shipped."


"They'll be here in a few days."


"I know." She gathered herself, but when she spoke, there was no fire in it. "We don't
have a thing in the house to eat. Or a car. How will we get to a store? We should have
driven here."


"We talked about that." His words still were soft. "By road it's more than thirty miles
to Walsenburg, population 3,100, and part of the road is unpaved. Pueblo's twice as
far, population 78,000, a steel mill town. And we're higher here than Henrys Hat,
which is 7,500 feet above sea level, so there'll probably be quite a bit of snow, and it
probably won't melt very fast. So we decided . . ."


"Right." She nodded curtly. "Where are the girls?"


"In their room, probably. Or outdoors."


She turned to him and put her hands on his shoulders, her eyes on his. "Ben, this isn't
easy for me. I'll try not to take it out on you, but be patient with me. Okay?"


He smiled softly. "Sure."