"Samuel R. Delany - Corona" - читать интересную книгу автора (Delaney Samuel R)

her. But, oh, I swear, I just don't know. You have no idea now we hated
to send her back to that place.

Of course I know! She's your own daughter. And she's such a cute little
thing. And so smart. Did they want to run some more tests?

She tried to kill herself. Again.

Oh, no!

She's got scars on her wrist halfway to her elbow! What am I doing
wrong? The doctors can't tell me. She's not even ten. I can't keep her
here with me. Her father's tried; he's about had it with the whole
business. I know because of a divorce a child may have emotional
problems, but that a little girl, as intelligent as Lee, can be so-confused!
She had to go back, I know she had to go back. But what is it I'm doing
wrong? I hate myself for it, and sometimes, just because she can't tell
me, I hate her-

Lee's eyes opened; she smashed the table with her small, brown fists,
tautening the muscles of her face to hold the tears. All musical beauty
was gone. She breathed once more. For a while she looked up at the
window, its glass door swung wide. The bottom sill was seven feet
from the floor.

Then she pressed the button for Dr. Gross, and went to the bookshelf.
She ran her fingers over the spines: Spinoza, The Secret in the Ivory
Charm, The Decline of the West, The Wind in the Wil-

She turned at the sound of the door unbolting. "You buzzed for me,
Lee?"

"It happened. Again. Just about a minute ago."

"I noted the time as you rang."

"Duration, about forty-five seconds. It was my mother, and her friend
who lives downstairs. Very ordinary. Nothing worth noting down."
"And how do you feel?"

She didn't say anything, but looked at the shelves.

Dr. Gross walked into the room and sat down on her desk. "Would you
like to tell me what you were doing just before it happened?"

"Nothing. I'd just finished listening to the new record. On the radio."

"Which record?"

"The new Faust song, Corona."