"Zenna Henderson - Holding Wonder" - читать интересную книгу автора (Henderson Zenna)

left foot was beginning to go to sleep when Vincent's chin finally dropped,
and he pulled one hand free from his mother's grasp to curl his arm up over
his head. Mrs. Kroginold's eyes flipped open. "Vincent?" Her voice was
anxious.
"It's coming again," I said. "That distress-whatever if is."

"Ron's heading for the Selkirk now," she said, gathering Vincent to her.
"Jake, Vincent's receiving again."

Mr. Kroginold said hastily to the eaves of the porch, "-as soon as possible.
Hang on. Vincent's got him again. Wait, I'll relay. Vince, where can I reach
him? Show me." And darned if they didn't all sit there again-with Vincent's
face shining with sweat and his mother trying to cradle his twisting body.
Then Mr. Kroginold gave a grunt, and Vincent relaxed with a sob. His father
took him from his mother.

"Already?" I asked. "That was a short one." Mrs. Kroginold fished for a tissue
in her pocket and wiped Vincent's face. "It isn't over yet," she said. "It
won't be until the capsule swings behind the Earth again, but he's channeling
the distress to his father, and he's relaying it to Jemmy up-canyon. Jemmy is
our Old One. He'll help us handle it from here on out. But Vincent will have
to be our receptor-"

" `A sort of telepathy,'" I quoted, dizzy with trying to follow a road I
couldn't even imagine.

"A sort of telepathy." Mrs. Kroginold laughed and sighed, her finger tracing
Vincent's cheek lovingly. "You've had quite a mish-mash dumped in your lap,
haven't you? And no time for us to be subtle."

"It is bewildering," I said. "I've been adding two and two and getting the
oddest fours!"

"Like?" she asked.

"Like maybe Vincent's forefathers didn't come over in the Mayflower, but maybe
a spaceship?"

"But not quite Mayflower years ago," she smiled. "And?"

"And maybe Vincent's Dad has seen no life on the moon?"

"Not so very long ago," she said. "And?"

"And maybe there is a man in distress up there and you are going to try to
rescue him?"

"Well," said Mrs. Kroginold. "Those fours look all right to me."

"They do?" I goggled. Then I sighed, "Ah well, this modern math! I knew it