"Jerry Davis - Strong Metallic Arm" - читать интересную книгу автора (Davis Jerry)


Erin closed her eyes and found herself in a white marble
chapel full of misty air. A window high above the altar let in a
brilliant light, which shined down upon the steps where she stood.
She faced the light, and said, "I am still having that dream."
A deep, powerful voice replied. "Is this the dream where
your husband kills you during a fishing trip?"
"Yes."
"How many times have you had this dream now?"
"A lot. I don't know how many exactly."
"May I review your memories?"
"Yes."
The Oracle paused, and the light streaming through the


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window became blinding. Erin felt warm, relaxed. She had
completely forgotten that she was sitting on the commode in one of
her upstairs bathrooms. When The Oracle spoke again the voice was
not as loud, it was more personal and fatherly. "Are you going on
this fishing trip with him today?"
"I don't want to."
"The fear you have is irrational, and stems from the guilt
you feel for cutting your husband off from your company."
"I do feel guilty."
"It was a wise choice, Erin, and my advice is for you to
stand firm on your decision. It is possible he married you for
personal gain, we have talked about that before. But beside that,
he has cost you money on his ventures. You're company has lost
some credibility directly because of his actions. He is prone to
scandals. Your actions have been more than fair, you should feel
no guilt."
"Thank you."
"I see no implied threat, however, from your husband."
"Are you sure?"
"Nothing is absolutely 'sure.' However, the probability is
small and I see no implied threat from your memories. This fishing
trip is a perfect opportunity to overcome this nightmare."
"I don't know if I can go through with it."
"I urge you to go. Go, have a pleasant time. Chances are you
will never have that nightmare again."
"Well, isn't there another way? I mean, can't you . . ." She
stopped talking as the light was cut off and the chapel around her
faded to black. She opened her eyes and found herself in the
bathroom.
Four-thousand already? she thought.
TIM told her.
There was a knock at the door. Her husband's voice drifted