"James Herbert - Rats 02 - Lair" - читать интересную книгу автора (Herbert James)

the tickling sensation persisted. She suddenly sat upright, vigorously
rubbing at her skin as though to dislodge an errant insect.

Terry," she shouted when she saw his shaking body, and grabbed a
handful of grass and threw it into his face.

The two children behind the man laughed excitedly, the small girl
jumping on his back and pounding his head with the palm of her hand.

"Oil" he yelped, reaching behind and toppling her over his shoulder.
"S'enough of that!"

The woman smiled as her husband rolled the four-year-old over in the
grass. "Mind her clothes, Terry. She'll get wet."

"All right, monkey, you heard what your mother said." Terry tossed the
girl onto the blanket where she immediately jumped into the woman's
arms.

"Game of football, Dad?" the boy asked, eyebrows raised in
anticipation.

"Okay, Keith, get the ball. It's in the back of the car."

The boy, seven years old, and ready to play for England -maybe West Ham
would do scampered off towards the red car parked fifty yards away on a
hard piece of ground not too far from the road.

This is nice, Terry," the woman said, allowing her daughter to scramble
free and chase the boy.

Teah. We should do it more often, you know."

The woman looked at him meaningfully. We could always do it on
weekends. It would be better than keeping Keith away from school for
the day. Wouldn't do any harm to take them down to Southend now and
again. They like the sea."

Terry grunted noncommittally. He didn't want to make any promises just
because he was in a good mood. "Come on, you two, hurry up," he
shouted after the children.

The woman knew there was no point in pursuing the subject. When do you
think you'll go back?" she asked.

Terry shrugged. When the Union says so, I suppose."

"I don't know how they get away with it. It's a wonder the company
don't go bust. It's the fifth dispute this year."