"Jack Dann - Voices" - читать интересную книгу автора (Dann Jack)

"Whaddyamean?"

"When you were looking up in the air, you said, 'Cool.' Don't you remember?"

"Yeah.

"Well?"

And Crocker started laughing. It was like he couldn't stop. He kept leaning
forward and stumbling and then laughing even louder. I couldn't help but smile,
and I kept knuckling his arm until he told me.

"He said he was going to visit the Big Bopper."

"What?"

"That's what he said. And Ritchie Valens."

"You're so full of crap," I said. But now I couldn't stop laughing either.

"Then maybe dying's not so bad," I said, and we fell down right there on the
sidewalk on Ackley Avenue in, front of a brown shingled house that belonged to
Mrs. Campbell, my third-grade teacher. I don't know what it was, but I just
couldn't stop laughing and crying.

Neither could Crocker.

And who knows, maybe I really did see something flickering in the air above
Matt's dead body while he was floating around in Heaven somewhere meeting his
grandmother.

And maybe he did get to see the Big Bopper.

Just like the Big Bopper probably got to see Valens and Holly ... and probably
Mozart and Beethoven, too.

And maybe the Big Bopper also got to meet my dad.

Why not? Dad would be there, standing right on line; he always liked to play the
piano, all that bebop and boogie-woogie stuff. So maybe he became a musician,
just like all the others.

Now, that would be something....