"Hoffman-HauntedHumans" - читать интересную книгу автора (Hoffman Abbie)

Today was not like other days.

She held out some white paper and a pencil with a blunt tip. After he took the
things from her, she headed into the other room, the one with the sink and the
little baby fridge and the table where you took tests.

The new insider was clamoring to get its hands on the paper and pencil. Morgan's
appointment with Dr. Dara wouldn't start for another fifteen minutes. Morgan
asked this anxious new insider if fifteen minutes would be enough, and the
insider said he'd do what he could, if it was okay with Morgan. Sure, said
Morgan. He sat back and let go of his hands. The insider used the left hand to
draw a picture real fast of a man's face. The man had dark thick eyebrows and
shadowy eyes and his mouth was wide but it sure wasn't smiling. What interested
Morgan as he watched the picture form in front of him was that it looked like a
photograph, with gray places under the nose and eyebrows, like parts of the face
stuck right out of the paper and had shadows. He had never drawn anything like
this before.

He finished. Deej brought him a cup with water in it, then looked at his picture
without asking and dropped the water. The water splashed on Deej's sandals. Some
hit Morgan's hiking boots, but most of it hit the rug.

"Miss Deej," said Morgan.

"Ah, ah, ah, oh, I'm sorry, Morgan," she said, breathing like a dog on a hot
day. "I'll get you another."

"Miss Deej, you having a seizure?" he asked.

"Well, maybe, yes, maybe," she said, and ran into the sink-fridge-test room.

Today was definitely not like other days. Morgan had never seen Deej upset
before.

When she came back, she handed him the water without spilling any and said,
"Morgan, who is that a picture of?"

"I don't know. One of the insiders did it."

"Which insider?"

"Now, Miss Deej," said Clift, "you know it would be unprofessional of us to
discuss our case with the secretary."

"Oh, come on, Clift," said Deej. "I'm not asking you for a diagnosis or even
intimate personal details. I was just wondering which one of you did it."

Clift thought that over, and said, "Well, the truth is, Miss Deej, we can't tell
you which insider. Somebody new is all we know."