"Madeline L' Engle - A Live Coal in the Sea" - читать интересную книгу автора (L'Engle Madeleine)

kept playing one old record about a ghost.
With her head tucked underneath her arm She walked the bloody tower,
With her head tucked underneath her arm At the midnight hour.
Dad sang along with it. He has a pretty good voice, actually." "Go on,"
Camilla
said. Instinctively she pressed her hand against her chest.
"He kept repeating-" "What?"
"Yes ...77
"They think that it's Red Grange Instead of poor old Anne Boleyn . .
Camilla closed her eyes.
". . . with her head tucked underneath her arm."
Raffi's eyes were demanding. "Grandmother?"
"Yes, Raffi." Yes, Raffi. What else was there to say? Why does the camera see
upside down? Why do we?
Raffi continued, "I asked Dad who Red Grange was, and he said, 'A football
player,' and Mom told him to stop playing that idiotic song, and I could tell
she was furious. Arid upset. And nobody would explain why. I mean, actually,
I
thought
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"The sentries think that it's
A football that she carries in . . ."
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the song was kind of funny, but it obviously had a hidden meaning for them,
and
I want to know what it's all about." Camilla folded her hands together,
whitening the knuckles. "This still doesn't explain your first question."
The green of Raffi's eyes (who else had green eyes?) was suddenly brightened
with tears. "I said something about you, Grandmother, and how glad I was
about
being accepted here
at your college, not so much because it's such a good one as that you're
here,
and Dad said"-her voice broke for a moment"he said, 'Keep your illusions that
she's your grandmother,' and Mom slapped him. I've never seen her hit him
before, but I think their marriage is lousy, and I want to know what it's all
about." Now the sobs came and she put her head in Camilla's lap and wept.
When Raffi's sobs had dwindled to an occasional hiccup, Camilla patted her
gently. "Let me get supper on the table. I have a small group of seniors
coming
over at eight for a seminar.
Raffi sat huddled on the bench, staring into the fire, while Camilla put food
on
the table, poured water into silver goblets (wedding presents), lit candles.
Raffi stood up, a little stiffly. "I'm sorry. I haven't been any help."
"There'll be other times."
"Grandmother, are you going to tell me?"
Slowly, carefully, Camilla heaped Raffi's plate. "Yes. Under the
circumstances,
I think ... But it goes back a long way. To when I was in college:" She