"Giles, Michelle - Waiting To Die" - читать интересную книгу автора (Giles Michelle)

But there were others. Others who needed him.

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The next evening, Jenna sat in her apartment, looking through her notes on the controversial cancer studies. Maybe Dr. Wright and the others had a point. Maybe she was holding onto false hope. But was she just supposed to give up and let herself die? Should she go out and do everything she ever wanted in a short time? Start taking chances and risks she wouldn't take before? Or should she just keep waiting, and waiting, to die?

The telephone rang.

"Jenna, Baby!" It was Matt. "I'm in a crazy mood. Come out with me."

She wished now she hadn't given him her number, but she'd felt a special connection to him, and all the others in the support group. "Not tonight, Matt."

"We don't have much time, Jenna. Remember, you've got to live for the moment."

Jenna sighed. Why not? "Okay, pick me up in a half hour."

"Ten minutes."

Jenna looked at the clock. It seemed she was always looking at the clock now. According to Dr. Wright, she'd had three months. Did he mean exactly ninety days? If so, then she had eighty-five full days left.

Back when she was ten, thirty years of age had seemed so old. Today, the minutes were racing away from her. She'd been working for the past year in the library in search of her dream. A dream of writing a bestseller. She'd been using the library's resources to find just the right topic.

"Life really is ironic," she said aloud. She'd found the perfect topic for her book--people waiting to die. She could have even interviewed herself. But there wasn't enough time for her dream. There wasn't enough time to live.

The loud music from Matt's Jeep blared through her closed window. Jenna walked outside and slid into the passenger seat. "Right on time."

"Always," Matt said, then took a sip of beer. He threw the can next to four empties in the back seat.

"You should be more careful," Jenna warned.

"What for?"

As Matt peeled the Jeep away from her driveway, Jenna noticed a list taped to his rearview mirror. "What's this?"

"Everything I plan to do before I die."

Jenna grabbed the list. "I see you've crossed off some things, get high on coke, bungee jump, raid a modeling show, and dive into the ocean."

Matt smiled. "Did those last week."

Jenna read the last two items on the list. "Bank robbery? Murder?"

Matt stared ahead at the road, silent.

"You would really do these things?"

"Why not? You only live once, and in our case, not very long." He made a sharp left turn, nearly tilting the Jeep on two wheels.

Jenna shifted in her seat, clutching the safety handle. "But crimes, murder? Is that how you want to spend the last days of your life? Hurting others?"