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

you?"

"I have another dream," Milo blurted. He was angry, like a small child choking back
tears to shout his malediction.

"Let's stay with the last one ..."

"A window shatters."

"That's all?"

"That's all." Milo felt his skin and skull shattering like glass. He was collapsing into
his own pelvis and lacerating the soft tissue of his remaining visceraтАФbut it was the
dream. He shouted too loudly, as if trying to be heard against the roar of a hurricane.
"It hurts!"

"The glass hits you?"

"No."

"I don't think I follow, Milo. In all these dreams, where are you?"

"The fog, the Dumpster and the car, the window . .." Milo clamped his bony fingers
around the scrolls at the edges of his armchair as if it were an electric chair. He
stared straight ahead, straight through Dr Devore, focusing on ghosts three thousand
miles distant, waving from the past like dead men from the ports of a sunken ship.

Devore interrupted him. "Don't say any more if you don't want to, Milo." Milo froze,
then slumped back into the chair. Dr Devore was standing up, hands on his sacrum,
arching back and stretching his neck from side to side. It made a little crackling
sound. "Anyway, our hour is about up. This was good, Milo. This was very good.
You shared some of your dreams with me. We talked a little about your sleep
problem, and about your sister ..."

"I didn't tell you anything about my sister."
"Right. We've got to get you to relax, you know? I am going to increase your
chlorpromazine. Your house parents will give you the tablets in the morning and at
night. I'll talk to them about it. You shouldn't worry. Just try to do the best you can,
you know? And keep track of those dreams for me, will you, Milo?"

"Yeah, sure."

Dr Devore stood before Milo, waiting for him to get up. He had set up his psychic
vacuum pump again, to suck Milo out of the club chair and get rid of him, Milo
thought. Devore needed his beauty sleep.

Milo stood, turned, and walked out the door without saying thank you or good-bye.
The waiting room was empty. Milo crossed the waiting room, opened the hall door
and shut it again without going through. He waited thirty seconds, then returned to
Dr Devore's office door and cupped his ear against it.