"Eddings, David - Regina's Song V2.0" - читать интересную книгу автора (Eddings David) Dr. Fallon decided that she was doing well enough that
it'd probably be all right if she took a short furlough for Christmas. It was a subdued sort of holiday-1995 hadn't been a very good year for any of us. Twink's aunt Mary, her dad's sister, was about the only bright spot during the whole long holiday weekend, which might seem a bit strange, in view of the fact that Mary was a Seattle police officer. But she'd always been fond of the twins, and now she refused to treat Twink as if she were damaged merchandise-the way Les and Inga did. She smoothly stepped over the blank spots in Twink's memory and more or less ignored her niece's status as a mental patient on furlough. That seemed to help Twink, and the two of them grew very close during that long weekend. That in turn helped me raise a subject that had worried me more than a little. It was on Christmas Day that I braced myself and finally broke the news to Twink that our schedule was about to change. "I'll still be living at home, Twink," I reassured her, "but I'll be going to classes at the university instead of working at the door factory. I'll have to study quite a bit, though, so my visits might be a little shorter." "I'll be fine, Markie," she said. Then she gave me one news? Some terribly clever fellow named Bell came up with the niftiest idea you ever heard of. He calls it the telephone. Isn't that neat? You can visit me without even driving up the hill to the bughouse." Mary suddenly exploded with laughter. "All right, Twink" I felt a little foolish. "Would it bother you if I gave you a phone call instead of coming up there?" "As long as I know that you care, I'll be fine. I'm a tough little cookie-or hadn't you noticed?" "Maybe you two should clear that with Dr. Fallon," Inga suggested, sounding worried. "I'll be fine, Inga," Renata assured her. For some reason, Twink had trouble with "Mom" and "Dad," so she called her parents by their names instead. I decided to have a talk with Fallon about that. After the holidays, I returned to the university and started taking seminars, beginning with Graduate English Studies. That's when I discovered just how far down into the bowels of the earth the main library building ex-tended. I think there was more of it underground than above the surface. Graduate English Studies concentrated on "how to find stuff in the Lye- berry." That deliberate mispronunciation used to make |
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