"Kathleen Ann Goonan - Angels and You Dogs" - читать интересную книгу автора (Goose Mother)

comin', mister. It was the right thing to do."
I sat in silence for a moment. Ambrose, or Hambone, popped up and
instantly resumed his eternal quest for urinary bliss but, after glancing at
me decided that maybe the storage bin qualified as forbidden territory.
"Good choice," I told him.
 Jack's eyes flew open. He sat up and straightened his glasses and
popped the tape out of the boom box. "Here you go. That'll be thirty-three
bucks."
"The flyer says ten."
"That was an introductory session. You know, to get some customers. I
even rented a back room in a cafe. Couldn't really bring them here the first
time. This is a private session. Twenty-five plus five for being late and
three for the tape. Tell Lulu to call me next week; if she doesn't cancel in
advance, I'll have to charge her."
He got up and yanked on his suit jacket. He switched off the trouble
light so that we were suddenly in darkness, lit only by the mercury arc
lamps making the shower curtains with their dolphins and stars glow. He
lit a cigarette. I picked up the dog I didn't know what to call him
now pushed the dolphins aside, and went out into the parking lot. It felt
big and free and weirdly safe, even though for all I knew Jack was a
robber, too.
Actually, he was. I got out forty dollars and asked for change. "Don't
have any. I'll give it to Lulu next week."
Right.
Ambrose-Hambone and I got in the car after he anointed the tires, and
I drove straight to the hospital. On the way I called Dr. Lozano to give him
hell.




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It was not difficult to get into the backside of the Emergency Room. I
bypassed the zooish waiting room and followed a nurse through an
automatic door she coded open, then walked to the nursing station. "I'm
supposed to see Lulu Thibideaux and bring her her stuff" I gestured at
the health club bag which I'd emptied so as to accommodate
Ambrose-Hambone "but I can't remember where they told me to find
her."
The nurse glanced through a list and pointed. "She ought to be over
there. The third cubicle. Are you related to her?"
"I live with her."
 "She was not in very good shape. She had to be heavily sedated."
"I'm not surprised. Um, how is how is Charles Worthing?"
"Are you related to him?"
"I used to live with him. Too."
She flipped through her list. "He's in surgery. But he's stable."