"Jerry Davis - Scuba (2)" - читать интересную книгу автора (Davis Jerry)

hate Chicago, he thought. We're moving back to Florida, goddamn
it. I don't care how, we're just going to get in the car and go.
Jack had to get in on the passenger side because the driver's
side door would not open. He was dizzy and light headed. It was
hard to do anything because the ocean swells were throwing him off
balance. The bulge on the inside of the driver's door elbowed him
over; it was like trying to drive with a midget sitting to the
left of him. The car started, thank god. He put it into gear and
pulled out of the parking lot, on onto the street.


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It was past 10:00 PM and the traffic was light. The
expressway took him into the suburbs and within minutes he was
home. What am I going to tell her? he thought. She's going to
know. I didn't call, and I smell like sex. What am I going to tell
her?
He pulled into the driveway and stopped, shutting off the
engine. The ocean swells were bad here, large, as if blown by a
storm. I ought to get away from the house and throw out a sea
anchor, he thought. Jeeze, that's crazy, I'm in a car. I'm in a
car. This is not a boat.
He sat there holding onto the steering wheel, and a large
wave broke over the hood and washed over the windshield. Then the
car tipped sickeningly and the water washed over the windshield
again, but this time did not run off. Oh god, he thought. The car
is sinking. I'm under water and the car is sinking. Oh god.
He tried the door handle but the door wouldn't budge. The
pressure is holding it closed, he thought. The pressure's going to
crush this car like an aluminum can. His shoes and legs felt wet,
he looked down to see water rising from the floor boards. He tried
the door again, but there was no way he was going to be able to
open it. The window, he thought. Go though the window.
He turned the crank and water came streaming in, and the
further the window went down the harder it pressed him into the
seat. He was stomach down, holding his breath. The water poured
over him. The car began to sink even faster. Jack could feel it in
his guts, the feeling of falling, sinking. He hung on until the
car was completely filled, then pulled himself through the window
and swam up, fighting the suction of the sinking car. He could
feel it dragging him down after it, but he fought, pulling himself
up and to the side with sharp thrusts, and then he was rising.
The water around him was as black as outer space. His first
thought was that he was deep, very deep, but then he remembered it
was night time and that it would be black all the way up to the
surface. I just have to keep my breath, he thought. Relax
everything but my legs, and kick, kick, kick. Hold that breath.
You can do it. You can hold it for a minute and a half. You can