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

own gun, and then everything went to hell. For a long time I wanted to
believe that he shot Ambrose, but he didn't; I did, by mistake, while he
was fighting with me and Ambrose was yelling at me that it was okay,
don't do anything, Lulu, don't do anything. But I did. Just like I did
tonight. I guess it will be self-defense again. Protecting property with
deadly force is not an acceptable defense, despite what some people think.
Even if it's Fiestaware."
At least she was talking.
Her father, after I assured him that Lulu was not injured, had told me
that Ambrose's injury would not have been fatal, but they were
approaching the Lake Pontchartrain bridge. The truck veered off the
bridge and into the lake. Only Lulu and their puppy lived.
"And ever since," Dr. Lozano had said, "well, ever since, she has been
crazy. There have been psychiatrists. But there are more of these
goddamned channelers in the world than you have any idea of. They are
everywhere. They are in Louisiana. They are in Miami. I am sure that
there are Albanian channelers and Trinidadian channelers. They are
probably at the North Pole with their hands out. As you can see, they are
in Fort Lauderdale. Her mother and I have decided that there is no way to
keep her from them. She will have to decide herself what is real and what
is not real."
Lulu stroked Ambrose absently, and the dog put his head down and
closed his eyes.
I had no idea what to do or say next. "You were right about Charles."
A mischievous smile played at the edge of her mouth. "Does this mean
that you'll give Stuart a chance?"
"Now I think I'm going to have an anxiety attack."
"Give me a hug."
I leaned over her and embraced her and Ambrose. I felt an deeply odd
sense of relief, as if I were entering a corridor of light, and thought it
nonsense. But, I supposed, my life with Charles had been a deeper form of
nonsense; an unsupported belief that I had nurtured and held on to until
tonight. Why try and talk Lulu out of her insanity? Obviously, there had
been a lot of failed professional attempts to do so.
Besides, I still couldn't remember if I had told Jack about the gun.
"He's here," she said firmly. "I know it."
"Yes," I said, hoping that I would some day have a better explanation
for all this luminosity.


The End




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