"Bradley Denton - We Love Lydia Love" - читать интересную книгу автора (Denton Bradley)

I would.

Well, Willie wouldnтАЩt.

Sure he would. CCA wouldnтАЩt pick a new Christopher who didnтАЩt have the
same basic character traits as the old Christopher.

Shut up. IтАЩve got to concentrate on Lydia.

But sheтАЩs already disappeared from the doorway. I zoned out, and sheтАЩs gone
to kill herself.

No, sheтАЩs gone to eat or get wasted. Or both.

Fuck off. Just fuck off.

ThatтАЩs no way to talk to yourself.

I run down the hallway, yelling for her. SheтАЩs not in any of the bedrooms, the
kitchen, the dining room, the front room, or the garage. Not out on the deck or in the
back yard. But she could be hidden among the trees, hanging herself. She could
already be dead, and it would be me that killed her. Just because I wanted a break,
just because I made a deal with CCA, just because I flew off and died on a
mountainside, leaving her alone and unable to write or sing.

And at that thought I know where she is. SheтАЩs where her music has lain as if
dead all these months. SheтАЩs gone to join it.

So I find her down in the studio, sitting cross-legged on the floor. SheтАЩs
plinking on a Guild acoustic, but the notes are random. SheтАЩs staring at the carpet,
paying no attention to what sheтАЩs playing. I sit down facing her.

She looks Like a toad.

No, sheтАЩs beautiful. Look at her fingers. TheyтАЩre slender, but strong.
Dangerous. CanтАЩt you see that?

Sure. But seeing it isnтАЩt enough.

SheтАЩs still alive. ThatтАЩs enough for me.
 тАЬI donтАЩt think you should kill yourself,тАЭ I tell her. The gray egg-crate foam on
the walls and ceiling makes my voice sound flat and unconvincing.

тАЬWhy not?тАЭ she asks without looking at me. Her hair is tied back, but some of
it has come loose and is hanging against her cheek, curling up to touch her nose. IтАЩm
close enough to smell the sweat on her neck, and I want to kiss it away.

If you touch her now, sheтАЩll go ballistic.

тАЬWhy not?тАЭ Lydia asks again.