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

"Sixth. We were on a go-slow last month."

The woman groaned. "How you get any cars out at all beats me."

"Leave it alone, Hazel. I have to follow the Union rules."

"Yes, you all do, don't you? You're all bloody mindless."
They get us more money, don't they? And better conditions."

"And what are they going to do when there's no car plant left? When
the Americans pull out?"

"Leave off. That'll never happen."

"No, not until it does."

The couple sat in silence for a few moments, each annoyed with the
other.

"At least it gives me more time with the kids, don't it?" Terry said
finally.

Hazel sniffed.

The two children returned, the boy kicking the ball ahead and the girl
running after it, trying to smother it with her body. Terry leapt to
his feet and ran towards them, kicking the ball away from the girl who
shrieked with glee.

Hazel smiled at the three of them and pushed thoughts of strikes and
unions and weekends spent indoors away from her mind. "Lazy bastard,"
she said softly, still smiling, as she watched her husband kick the
football with his knee onto his head.

"Okay, Keith, in goal," Terry told the boy who immediately pulled a
disgusted face.

"I'm always in goal. Can't you go in for a change, Dad?"

"Yeah, I will. When I've scored three, all right? In between those
two trees, go on."

The boy slunk off and stood between two horn beams hands on his hips,
facing his prancing father.

The girl tried to grab the ball from her father's feet and giggled when
he pulled it away from her with the underside of one foot.

"No you don't, Josie. You're up against a pro here." Terry kicked the
ball clear of his daughter then gave it a hefty kick towards the