"Dennis Danvers - Circuit of Heaven" - читать интересную книгу автора (Danvers Dennis)

Nemo was fourteen and the lawтАЩd finally changed so that he couldтАЩve gone into the Bin if heтАЩd wanted,
Lawrence had stayed with him when he ran away from school and moved back into the house his parents
had abandoned, helped him fix the place up so they could live in it again, taught him everything he knew.
Lawrence took care of him all right.

As it turned out, Nemo didnтАЩt make good on the threat heтАЩd shouted at his father. He had been in the Bin
many times, visiting his parents. But he hadnтАЩt gone in for good. Maybe that was because he could still
get pissed off twice a year, though heтАЩd convinced himself he had good reasons for what he was doing,
but as Lawrence had taught him, there were two schools of thought on that.

Over the years, Nemo had whittled down his parental visits to his birthday and Christmas. So twice a
year he visited the Bin and remembered when they went in, and twice a year he let himself get pissed off
about it. The rest of the time, he lived his own life and didnтАЩt give the Bin much thoughtтАФuntil he was on
this train going to visit Mom and Dad again. Merry ChristmasтАФHappy BirthdayтАФMerry
ChristmasтАФHappy BirthdayтАФClickety-clackтАФClickety-clack.

тАЬWhat time is it?тАЭ he asked Lawrence in the seat beside him. Lawrence had that look he took on when
he was talking to himself in his head. The scales over his eyes fanned out like a peacockтАЩs tail, and his
eyes had a faraway, glassy stare.

He pointed patiently to the digital clock at the end of the car, ticking off the seconds. It read 7:43:32.

тАЬWhat time are we supposed to be there?тАЭ

тАЬEight oтАЩclock,тАЭ Lawrence said in his nanny voice.

They couldтАЩve just gone into the Bin at Richmond and taken the Metro in the Bin, but Nemo always
insisted on going as far as they could on the real train. He didnтАЩt want to spend any more time in the Bin
than he had to.

тАЬWeтАЩll be late,тАЭ he said.

тАЬNo doubt that will please you,тАЭ Lawrence said.

Nemo sat watching the clock tick off the seconds, listening to the wheels on the rails. At 7:49 he looked
over at Lawrence, swaying back and forth in his seat, his eyes already closed in one of his catnaps. He
never slept more than an hour at a time. HeтАЩd told Nemo it was something the Texan had taught himself
to do as a little boy after reading a book about Thomas EdisonтАФso that he too would have more time to
make things.

Nemo rested his forehead on the glass and watched the Metro fly past rows of drooping metal buildings,
past weed-grown highways scattered with rusted-out cars, past a housing project covered up in green
mounds of kudzu, making it look like elves lived inside. Probably only rats and roaches. They finally had
the place to themselves.

The former residents had all gone into the Bin, except for the handful whoтАЩd squatted in the abandoned
homes of surgeons or stockbrokers. But most of them didnтАЩt last long when they figured out they couldnтАЩt
burn enough wood to heat those big barns, and that, if they wanted water, theyтАЩd have to dig a well with
a pick and shovel, and if they wanted electricity, theyтАЩd have to rig up a generatorтАФand then find or
make fuel to run it. Sooner or later, most everybody went into the Bin. It was just too easy, too hard not