"Eliot Fintushel - Milo and Sylvie" - читать интересную книгу автора (Fintushel Eliot)

or even think of.

There was a long pause. Devore was trying to use the silence to suck something out
of himтАФhorror vacuiтАФbut it didn't work. Milo had a practised grip. The things he
had to hold down bucked harder than this shrink.

Dr Devore broke the silence: "Have you been sleeping any better?"

"Yes."

"Taking the prescription, hmm?"

"Yes." That was a trade-off. The pills let him sleep dreamlessly for longer spells, but
with the danger that his grip would loosen.

"Let's talk about one of your dreams. Do you have one you want to talk about?"

Grudgingly, Milo said, "Yes." Could he snatch the cheese and escape the wire?

"Go ahead."

"It's dark. The fog is rolling in."

"Where are you?" Devore said. Milo began to cry. "That's all right. Just let the tears
come. You don't have to answer right away, you know?"

"I have another dream."

"OK..."

"A Dumpster. One of those big, steel Dumpsters full of scraps and garbage. A car
runs into it."

"Are you driving the car?"

"You don't get it!" Milo hooked one thumb over the side of his pants and tugged
down the waist, hiking up his shirt so that Dr Devore could see his hip. "It was all
smashed up! Everything was steaming and sputtering and dripping."
"What are you showing me? Are you telling me you hurt yourself? I don't see any
marks, MiloтАФwe're talking about a dream, yes?"

"Yeah. That was while I was in the waiting room just now. I dozed off."

"You dreamed that you hurt your hip in a car crash, is that it?"

"No, no! The fender, the hood, the engine! That's what was hurt!" Milo began crying
again. "I'm a monster, that's all! Give me some more medicine! Give me something
stronger! I can't hold on much longer!"

Dr Devore paused. "Milo, when the car crashed into the Dumpster, where were