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

Christopher, she says. Christopher, Christopher.

But thatтАЩs not my name.
 No. You are Willie.

But we are Christopher.

Sprinkler nozzles pop out of the ceiling hissing and begin drenching us. The
fireplace-lighter sputters out, and Lydia drops it. Then she pushes away from us,
snatches up a pump shotgun from behind the AV components, and runs from the
room. The fire in the pyramid dies, but the alarm keeps buzzing and the sprinklers
keep spraying.

We struggle up and go after her. The door to the studio slams shut as we
come down the stairs. A glimpse before it closes shows us that the sprinklers arenтАЩt
on in there. We try the door but it wonтАЩt open, so we pound on it and try to shout
through the noise of the alarm. The door isnтАЩt padded on this side, and the steel is
cold and hard. We tell Lydia our names and the truth of why we put on this face and
came back to her. We tell her about CCA wanting to get its moneyтАЩs worth, about
the surgery and the chip, about everything we can think of. The burn on our cheek
stings as the water hits it.

She wouldnтАЩt believe anything we said now. Even if she could hear us.

But we have to try. She has the shotgun. And last week she said she was
going to kill herself тАФ

The alarm stops, and we shout LydiaтАЩs name as loud as we can.

There are two quick explosions, and circular patterns of bumps appear in the
doorтАЩs metal skin. From the other side, LydiaтАЩs muffled voice tells us to go back to
the dead where we belong.

Then comes the sound of an electric guitar, and of a scream fueled by betrayal
and anger.

Lydia Love is writing songs again.

And we know what that means. It means that our name, or whether we even
have a name, doesnтАЩt matter anymore.

We are тАФ

Shut up. It doesnтАЩt matter.

No. We guess not.

We sit down to soak in the artificial rain.
ON THE DAY after our rerum to Austin, Danny Daniels called us at the motel and