"Carol Emshwiller - At Sixes and Sevens" - читать интересную книгу автора (Emshwiller Carol)тАЬWill you help me bury him?тАЭ **** So we do that. We put him right next to where Howie is. With flowers and half that chocolate bar Daniel left. She wraps him in an old shawl. A flowery one with fringe. Some sort of heirloom I suppose. I donтАЩt think she should do that, but I donтАЩt say a word. IтАЩm not one to criticize. Afterwards she thanks me and says I should go on home, sheтАЩs going to sit there for a while. At first that pup tries to follow me but it soon gives up and goes back to Iris. WeтАЩre all in trouble if it gets to be the size of Howie and keeps on jumping on people. IтАЩd be doing everybody a favor, yet again, if I got rid of it before it gets up to that size. **** The drought goes on. WeтАЩve never seen it this bad. And hot! I wish I knew if Iris was finding a way to keep on dancing and doing spells even with a broken leg. She is getting better. I should feel sorry for her with just that **** I donтАЩt go over there as often as I did and I thought Daniel had stopped going over, too, but then I see him coming home from the wrong direction. He doesnтАЩt lie. When I ask he says he was checking on her. That she was up and had cooked apple tarts. He says they were delicious. I ask if the worms were good. I can just see them sitting on that smelly old couch gobbling tartsтАФwhich are no doubt full of that love potion of hersтАФone wispy dishwater blond and one dark, not very tall man with hairy arms. I donтАЩt see why either one would want the other. Maybe if I dance all the harder.... Or maybe I shouldnтАЩt be enjoying dancing. And what about those herbs I cooked up that make me feel so energetic? I still have some of that tea left. I think IтАЩll go on back to her place and steal some more dried green things. **** This time itтАЩs easy. ThereтАЩs nobody home. And here are the apple tarts. I shouldnтАЩt. Who knows what will happen? But they look so good. |
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