"Nina Kiriki Hoffman - Haunted Humans" - читать интересную книгу автора (Hoffman Nina Kiriki)

D.J. resisted an urge to ask just which psycho nutcase. Dr. Kabukin handled
therapy cases, while Dr. Bollings did divorce, custody, and criminal
evaluations
for the courts. D.J. generally liked Dr. Kabukin's patients better. Most of
them
were interested in changing. Most of Dr. Bollings' patients were interested in
fooling the doctor.
"-- a couple real boring messages for the other doctors, and then this one for
you. It's pretty weird, Dot."

"Why don't you read it to me? And get it over with? D.J. poised her pen at the
top of the next message blank, wondering if Sandy would communicate any of the
information in order.

"To, uh, Dorothy Jean, from Chase. Do you suppose that's a first or a last
name?"

To stop her hand from shaking, D.J. pressed the pen down on the message form
so
hard it punched through several sheets. "Go on."

"There's, like, no number. It just says, 'You know what I need and I'm coming
to
get it.' Don't you think that's weird?"

D.J. said nothing.

"Well, I do. Kind of creepy. Did you get that? 'You know what I need and I'm
coming to get it.' Dot, you still there? Darn, I bet she hung up. Why do
people
always hang up on me?"

Deciding to take this as a suggestion, D.J. quietly lowered the phone's
handset
until it clicked into the cradle. Chase? It couldn't be Chase. She stared over
the four-foot-high divider that separated her desk and computer hutch from the
office waiting room, her gaze finally settling on the crystal vase of Double
Delight roses Dr. Kabukin had brought in that morning and set among the
magazines and self-help books on the glass-topped table between the two
blue-and-white striped couches. Look how pink and white the roses are, D.J.
thought, just like a baby, perhaps, or the hopes of a young girl on her
wedding
night.

From the white walls, colorful abstract pictures glowed in the sun slanting
through the picture window. Leftover Oregon raindrops glistened on the lawn
out
front. Everything in D.J.'s view looked cool and clean and calm. Untouched
tranquility, like her life before Chase.