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

Not threatening, but not clear, either. "What were you doing in the wall?"

"Standing still."

"How come?"

"That's how the spirit moved me."

"Huh?"

He shrugged. "I just wander around until something tells me to act. I happened
to stop here a while back, and the wall spoke to me."

Matt felt a stir inside. She had been talking with human-made things for years.
She'd never met someone else who talked with them.

"What did it say?"

"'Come here.'"

She glanced back at the wall under its cloak of ivy. --Did you say "come here"
to this guy?-- she asked it.

--Yes,-- said the wall.

--Why?--

--I wanted him.--

Nothing ever seemed to want Matt, though lots of things enjoyed meeting her, and
most of them were nice to her. --Why?--

--He's a certain kind of brick. He's hot. He makes everything fit better.--Matt
looked at Edmund. His eyebrows were up.

"You're a brick?" she said.

"A brick," he repeated, with a question in it.

"Wall says you're a brick. A hot brick."

"What?" He glanced at the wall. He reached out and placed his palm flat against
it.

Seemed like he hadn't heard her conversation, then. Matt felt better. She had
been talking to everything for a long time without other human beings hearing
her. She wasn't sure how she would feel about being overheard.

His arm stained brick red.