"Hebbler, Lois - The Alley" - читать интересную книгу автора (Hebbler Lois)

"You are so bad for making me walk down this alley." She took several
more steps. "But I suppose you want the company and I can't fault you
for that."
Huh, all that butter not melting in her mouth, when what she really
thought was, "You'll get a lot of company in jail, Spider. While I'll be
out here, free, living in your cozy little home."
Five more steps and she was at the edge of our room. Two more and she
was in the entrance. I knew the moment she realized what was going to
happen because surprised shock spread across Lottie's face. She let out
a little squeal. Her arms and legs moved awkwardly as if she'd lost the
power to command them.
In her frantic haste to get away, Lottie backed into the opposite wall.
She didn't even have time for more than a muffled scream before Herbie
brought her down and was at her throat, ripping the life right out of
her. We don't plan on moving out of this alley.
She wasn't quite dead yet. I noticed this as I helped drag her into our
place. She was still trying to suck in some air, but making gurgling
noises instead. We dumped her in the far corner of the room where she
took up more than her fair share of space.
As Herbie and I sat waiting for her to die, my friend leaned his head
against my shoulder. I put my arm around him and ran a hand over his
dark brown fur, thinking that I was going to have to give him a special
treat tonight.
Herbie is such a good dog. He deserves the best.
I glanced over at Lottie. She had finally stopped making those odd wet,
sounds.
"We'll wait until full dark and then we can toss her down the sewer with
the rest of them."
Herbie told me he liked that idea.
As night fell, "Some Enchanted Evening" started playing in my head.
The End

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