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

He laughed. "Maybe it's the kind of thing holy men know."


"Dammit, Ben, it's not funny!"


He nodded. "You're right, it's not. It's about you making sixty-five hundred, and me
another thirty-five hundred, which total ten thousand. A month. With the possibility
of employment that could last us through the depression."


"He wants us to move out west!"


"We have to move at the end of the month anyway. We're being evicted, remember?
Without enough money to move our stuff or store it. And you've already told me you
couldn't stand to move in with your folks. Especially with the girls."


Lee cringed at the thought of Becca and Raquel exposed to the judgements and
sarcasms of her parents. "ButтАФthere's a mob of hippies there, probably smoking dope
and screwing one another all over the place."


"I'm sure we won't have to join in."


She glared.


"He didn't invite them, he doesn't cater to them. And their camp is miles from
Millennium headquarters. The ranch is a big place." He shifted the conversation.
"You've read about Ii├║oo, the Ladder. It was featured in the Sunday Times a few years
ago. Among other places."


She did remember, vaguely. Ladder was a program providing free counseling on
Indian reservations, and supposedly had had impressive success. She'd never put
much stock in psychological counseling, or in free anything.
"Then you know who started it," he said.


"Ngunda Aran. Your goo-roo." She exaggerated the syllables.


"He's not my guru, sweetheart," Ben answered gently. "I simply read his columns.
He's a licensed psychotherapist who had a highly successful clinical practice and did
pro bono Life Healing in the Colorado penitentiary. Then he spent two summers on
the Crow Reservation in Montana, dealing with alcoholism, drugs, and futility."