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DB: Mr. Harris, I'm not African American, but even if I were, I'm sure I would
devoutly wish we could stay on course.
RH: But you never know these days, am I right? Goddamned P.C. Nazis. A man
can't speak his mind anymore. I got a friend, Danny Pohl, and he's just as
black as the ace of spades, and he calls himself a-well, I'm not going to tell
you what he says, but he uses it all the time. And if he don't care, why
should we?
DB: Mr. HarrisЕ
RH: Sorry. Anyway, so I'm in this neighborhood, which, yeah, some people say
ain't so great, and I'm eating my lunchЧham and Swiss with mustard on Wonder
Bread, in case anybody needs to knowЧwhen all of a sudden my cab was on its
side!
DB: You didn't hear anything?
RH: Son, I didn't have a single hint. One second I was eating, and the next I
was lying on my side and all the garbage on the floor was raining down on me
and I'd dropped my sandwich and the side of my head was resting on the street.
I could hear somebody walking away, but I couldn't see nothing. But that
wasn't the worst of it.
DB: What was?
RH Well, I was still trying to figure out what happened, and wonderin' if I
could get the mustard out of my new workshirt, when I heard this really loud
scream.
DB: Was it a man or a woman?
RH: Tell you what, it was hard to tell. I mean, I know now, because I saw
themЧboth of themЧbut I didn't know then. Whoever was yelling was having their
legs pulled off or something, because they were shrieking and crying and
babbling and it was the worst sound I ever heard in my life. And my daughter's
tone deaf and is always takin' up new musical instruments. Like that time with
the tuba. But that was nothing compared to this.
DB: What did you do then?
RH: Well, shit, I climbed out of the passenger side of my cab as fast as I
could, what d'ya think? I was a medic in the warЧVietnam, that was. I hung it
up after I got back stateside and I never went to a hospital again, nope, not
even when my wife, God rest her, had Anna. But I figured I could maybe help.
My cab was insured, I didn't mind about that, but someone was really in
trouble and that was a lot more important. I thought maybe somebody had backed
over their kid by accident. Some of those alleys are pretty dark. Hard to see
stuff.
DB: And then?
RH: Then the bus pulled up. It almost hit my cab! And that was weird, because
it was pretty late for the buses to be running, and this one was empty except
for one passenger.
Then this gal jumps out. And the bus just sits there. I seen the bus driver
just staring at the gal like she was made of chocolate ice cream. And then I
got a good look at her.
DB: Can you describe her?
RH: Well, she was tall, real tallЧ'bout my height, and I'm just shy of six
feet. She had light blond hair with them streakyЧwhat d'you call 'ems?
Highlights! She had kind of reddish highlights, and the biggest, prettiest
green eyes you'd ever seen. Her eyes were the color of them old-fashioned