"Emily Gaskin - The Green Corn Dance" - читать интересную книгу автора (Gaskin Emily)

grasses. He bites his lower lip, and his eyes become full.


"I need to go with you," he says deliberately. "I'm not well." He lowers his head
into his hands, covering his face. "The dreams -- I don't think they're dreams,
Betty."


I awake suddenly. Steve crouches over me, arms and legs spread out, pinning
me like a panther cub. Smiling, he bounces the bed.
"Wake up, lazybones," he says.


I close my eyes even tighter and shrink down against the mattress. "I am tired,"
I grumble.


"But it's seven o'clock."


"Who cares about your clock?"


"But it's time to feed the baby."


"We're not hungry."


"Betty, my love, you've got to take care of yourself. You're carrying a baby
now."


"I hadn't noticed."


"Betty! Don't you care at all?"


I open one eye. "My grandmother used to tell the story of the frog, and so I will
tell it to you, and maybe you will let your poor wife get some rest."


"Not another one of your stories! Save it for the baby."


"Little Green Frog was sleeping on the edge of the water lilies," I begin, ignoring
his protest. "Big Rabbit came along, came right to the lily pad and saw Little
Green Frog sleeping the day away. 'Hello,' Big Rabbit said. 'Why are you
sleeping? The day is too pretty to sleep. Wake up! Wake up!'