"Nicola Griffith - Yaguara" - читать интересную книгу автора (Griffith Nicola)

suddenly the dirt was piling up around Jane, burying her, and she
could not breatheтАФ
Jane surged off the bunk, swallowing, and staggered outside.
The night was silent: the four in the morning lull before dawn.


The Jeep bumped into the clearing a little after midday. Jane
ran to greet Cleis.
тАЬWell, hello to you, too,тАЭ Cleis said. тАЬWhat have I done to
deserve this honor?тАЭ
Jane stopped abruptly. тАЬDid you bring the beer?тАЭ
Cleis nodded. тАЬThough I would have driven faster if IтАЩd
known you were so desperate. Give me a hand unloading this
stuff.тАЭ
They lugged the new gas bottles inside. Cleis pulled the
cardboard off a six-pack and submerged the bottles in the
galvanized pail. тАЬShould cool off quickly.тАЭ She trundled an empty
gas bottle out of the way for Jane. тАЬYou get some good pictures
yesterday?тАЭ
тАЬYes.тАЭ
тАЬAny rain?тАЭ
тАЬNo.тАЭ
They unloaded foodstuff for a while in silence. тАЬAccording to
Radio Belize, the rains will be late this year.тАЭ
тАЬThatтАЩs good.тАЭ
 тАЬI see youтАЩve lost none of your talent for conversation.тАЭ Cleis
sighed. тАЬSorry. That was uncalled for. ItтАЩs just that IтАЩve got things
on my mind and I wantedтАжтАЭ She shook her head. тАЬDoesnтАЩt
matter.тАЭ
Jane watched Cleis slide the orange tubing into place on the
gas bottle, turn the knob on the stove, listen for the hiss. She
looked different. Something had happened in Benque Viejo.
Cleis opened a beer. тАЬLetтАЩs go up to the site. ItтАЩs cool by the
water.тАЭ
They took the pail and an extra six-pack up the trail and sat
on the grassy bank together. Cleis threw stones, opened her second
beer, sucked half down without pausing. They listened to the
waterfall.
Cleis popped open her third bottle, seemed to come back
from wherever she had been. тАЬSo, how was your night alone in the
jungle?тАЭ
Jane wondered if Cleis knew she had been terrified. тАЬI wasтАж
Well, I felt skittish, had bad dreams.тАЭ
Cleis nodded. The sun glinted on tiny beads of sweat on her
upper lip. тАЬIt was like that for me the time I spent four months in
the Xingu basin in Brazil. Years ago. Strange place, the jungle.
Feels alive sometimes, and then other timesтАж you wonder what
the hell you were worried about.тАЭ
Jane started on the second six-pack about mid-afternoon.
Despite the weight of the heat, she felt lighter than she had done in