"Eddings, David - Regina's Song V2.0" - читать интересную книгу автора (Eddings David)

"She's a cop."
"A police officer? Really?"
"She's not out on the street with gun and nightstick,"
Les told him. "Actually, she's a dispatcher in the
precinct station in north Seattle. She works the
graveyard shift, so her days and nights are turned
around a bit, but otherwise she's fairly normal."
"How does she get along with Renata?"
"Quite well-at least during the few times she visited us
when Renata was on furloughs from your sanitarium.
Mary was always fond of the twins."
"Why don't you have a talk with her? Explain the
situation, and tell her that this is something in the nature
of an experiment. If Renata's able to deal with the
situation, well and good. If it causes too much stress,
we might have to reconsider the whole idea. Mark here
can keep an eye on her and let us know if this isn't
working. Renata trusts him, so she'll probably tell him if
the arrangement gets to be more than she can handle."
"That still baffles me," Les admitted. "They didn't seem
all that close before-" He broke off, obviously not
wanting to mention Regina's murder. "It's like the
buddyship you and Dad picked up in 'Nam, boss," I told
him. "The Twinkie Twins grew up believing that СMarkie
can fix anything.' Maybe that's why Renata recognized
me and couldn't recognize anybody else. I'm Mr. Fix-it,
and she knew that something had to be fixed."
"It's a bit more complicated than that," Fallon
observed, "but I think it comes fairly close to explaining
Renata's recognition of Mark. As long as it's there, let's
use it. I think we should give this a try, gentlemen.
Renata's environment can be reasonably controlled,
there won't be any pressure, and she can expand her
social contacts and come out of her shell. Let's ease
her into it gradually, and see how she copes. Just be
sure she doesn't start missing her Friday counseling
sessions. I'll definitely want to keep a close eye on her
myself"
I'd known Mary Greenleaf since before the twins had
been born, because she'd been a frequent visitor at her
brother's house in Everett when I'd been the center of
attention there. We'd always gotten along, and when
the twins had come along, she'd been nice enough to
keep on paying a little bit of attention to me, instead of
dropping me like a hot rock, the way everybody else
seemed to do.
She was about ten years younger than her brother
was, and she lived in the Wallingford district in Seattle,
about two miles from the university campus. I think her
proximity to the campus might have played some part in