"Lee Edgar - Andromeda Time" - читать интересную книгу автора (Edgar Lee)

тАШThey attacked me when I was in the shower.тАЩ
тАШBoys or girls?тАЩ
Maggie looked down. тАШI promised not to tell.тАЩ
тАШI need to know whether this is sexual or physical abuse.тАЩ
тАШIt was some of girls in my class. They tied my hands to the shower
rail above my head and then took turns at beating me with table-tennis
bats.тАЩ
тАШWhich girls was it?тАЩ
тАШI donтАЩt know. They wrapped a towel around my head so I couldnтАЩt see
them.тАЩ
тАШThere must be something which could identify themтАУa voice, perhaps.тАЩ
тАШIt was difficult because they were laughing all the time.тАЩ
тАШTry.тАЩ
тАШI did recognise one voice. It was Maria Braanson.
тАШAre you sure?тАЩ
тАШYes. After they had all had enough, she told them to stand clear.тАЩ
тАШWas she trying to help you?тАЩ
Maggie shook her head and then looked down in shame. тАШShe took
photographs of me. She said she wanted the whole school to see....тАЩ She
looked up into CassiтАЩs eyes; тАШEverything.тАЩ
Cassi said nothing.
тАШThen they... Then they went and left me there.тАЩ
тАШNaked?тАЩ
Maggie nodded. тАШI was there for ages until a couple of the boys found
me.тАЩ
тАШWhat happened?тАЩ Cassi whispered. тАШDid they. ..?тАЩ
тАШThey didnтАЩt touch me. One of them wrapped a towel round me and the
other one got my clothes.тАЩ
тАШSeems like you have a few gentlemen at your school. What happened to
the film?тАЩ
тАШI donтАЩt know. I guess Maria still has it.тАЩ
Cassi stood for a while, deep in thought.
тАШDonтАЩt tell dad,тАЩ Maggie pleaded eventually. тАШHeтАЩll probably be
hopping mad and shoot them or something.тАЩ
Cassi smiled a little. тАШI wonтАЩt. Get dressed. IтАЩll go and start
dinner.тАЩ
In the hall, she stopped by the phone. What should she do? She
couldnтАЩt just overlook it, but she had promised not to tell Mike. This
had to stop. But who could do it?
Reluctantly, she picked up the phone and dialled a satfone number. It
was answered immediately.
Cassi forced a smile. тАШSarah, I need your help.тАЩ

тАФтАФ тАФтАФ
Maria Braanson lived in one of the less salubrious parts of Dortrecht
and she was what many тАЬ expertsтАЭ would call a victim of society. Her
Dutch father had been a merchant seaman on a long-haul oil tanker,
regularly away in the Gulf for several months at a time. When at home,
he spent most of his time in downtown Rotterdam, gambling away the
money he had worked so hard to gain.