"Starman Jones" - читать интересную книгу автора (Heinlein Robert A)

The stew was good and his hunger made it superlative. The gravy was thick, there were vegetables and unidentified meat. Max didn't bother his head about the pedigrees of the materials; he simply enjoyed it. After a while his host said, "Seconds?"

"Huh? Sure. Thanks!"

The second can of stew filled him up and spread through his tissues a warm glow of well-being. He stretched lazily, enjoying his fatigue. "Feel better?" the man asked.

"Gee, yes. Thanks."

"By the way, you can call me Sam."

"Oh, my name is Max."

"Glad to know you, Max."

Max waited before raising a point that had been bothering him. "Uh, Sam? How did you know I was there? Did you hear me?"

Sam grinned. "No. But you were silhouetted against the sky. Don't ever do that, kid, or it may be the last thing you do."

Max twisted around and looked up at where he had lurked. Sure enough, Sam was right. He'd be dogged!

Sam added, "Traveled far?"

"Huh? Yeah, quite a piece."

"Going far?"

"Uh, pretty far, I guess."

Sam waited, then said, "Think your folks'll miss you?"

"Huh? How did you know?"

"That you had run away from home? Well, you have, haven't you?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I guess I have."

"You looked beat when you dragged in here. Maybe it's not too late to kill the goose before your bridges are burned. Think about it, kid. It's rough on the road. I know."

"Go back? I won't ever go back!"

"As bad as that?"

Max stared into the fire. He needed badly to get his thoughts straight, even if it meant telling a foreigner his private affairs--and this soft-spoken stranger was easy to talk to. "See here, Sam, did you ever have a stepmother?"

"Eh? Can't remember that I ever had any. The Central Jersey Development Center for State Children used to kiss me good night."

"Oh." Max blurted out his story with an occasional sympathetic question from Sam to straighten out its confusion. "So I lit out," he concluded. "There wasn't anything else to do. Was there?"

Sam pursed his lips. "I reckon not. This double stepfather of yours--he sounds like a mouse studying to be a rat. You're well shut of him."