"John Kessel - The Einstein express" - читать интересную книгу автора (Kessel John)

one of the most important young executives in Manhattan today!тАЭ
тАЬWell, youтАЩre not likely to run into him here.тАЭ
David considered strangling her. тАЬWhat time does the next train leave? I have
to get there fast.тАЭ
тАЬWeтАЩll take the express. It should be arriving any time now.тАЭ
Sure enough, as soon as she spoke a streamlined train pulled into the station.
The engine was sleek as a bullet, the cars burnished silver. David found a seat in a
coach that hummed as if it were full of energy. The train pulled out, accelerating
smoothly. David was pinned in his seat. Through the window the scenery began to
blur.
тАЬYou know,тАЭ the crazy woman said, тАЬthe baggage handlers may have already
loaded the experiment on board.тАЭ She turned to him. тАЬMy name is Susan. WhatтАЩs
yours?тАЭ
Back in New Zion a year passed, and still Monica had heard nothing from
David. He was as gone as Judge Crater. тАЬHow could this happen to me?тАЭ Monica
asked Lance. тАЬJilted by a man who doesnтАЩt know how to tie his own necktie!тАЭ
Lance smoothed his mustache. тАЬHeтАЩs probably just dodging the draft.тАЭ
Monica brushed away a tear. тАЬThe swine! Thank God youтАЩre 4-F.тАЭ
тАЬYes, thank God - for your sake.тАЭ He touched her cheek. тАЬBut tempus fugit,
darling. You need to move on.тАЭ
тАЬDonтАЩt even think it, Lance - no amount of time will heal this wound!тАЭ
DoesnтАЩt this train seem to be moving a little fast?тАЭ David asked.
тАЬYou wanted the express, didnтАЩt you? This is the Einstein Express.тАЭ
тАЬYes, but how fast does it go?тАЭ
тАЬSomewhere near the speed of light. Now letтАЩs find Mr. Smith.тАЭ
тАЬThe speed of light! I guess IтАЩll be home early after all.тАЭ
Susan looked a little uncomfortable. тАЬActually, we may be a little late.тАЭ
David got out of his seat. тАЬIn that case IтАЩd better telegram Monica.тАЭ
тАЬMonica? She probably forgot all about you a long time ago.тАЭ
David thought this woman really was the most abrupt person heтАЩd ever met.
тАЬMonica wouldnтАЩt do that. WeтАЩre to be married.тАЭ
тАЬA girl canтАЩt wait forever. She has to seize the day.тАЭ
David blushed. тАЬIтАЩm not the sort of fellow who seizes things.тАЭ
тАЬI can see that.тАЭ
He found the conductor, with Susan tagging along like a faithful terrier. тАЬMy
good man, I need to send a telegram to Miss Monica Finch, 223 Swallow Lane, New
Zion.тАЭ
тАЬNew Zion! We left there ages ago, pal. SheтАЩs not going to want to hear from
you.тАЭ
тАЬLet me be the judge of that.тАЭ
The man handed David a yellow telegraph form. Susan shoved a pencil into
his hand. тАЬIтАЩll dictate,тАЭ she told him. тАЬTake this down. Tell her - |Making very good
time.тАЩтАЬ She leaned over his shoulder. He felt her warm breath on his cheek. тАЬEvents
developing more rapidly than expected.тАЭ
тАЬMore rapidly - than expected,тАЭ David repeated. His heart fluttered like a
Marinera spasticus. He felt a wisp of SusanтАЩs hair on his cheek. She really was quite
attractive, for a physicist wearing sneakers.
тАЬShould be home for supper,тАЭ she continued. тАЬSign it, Love, DavidтАЩ - no,
make that, |Devotedly David.тАЩ No, better make that |In haste, David.тАЩтАЬ
She kissed his ear, took the form and handed it to the conductor. тАЬSend that