"Madeline L' Engle - Time Quartet 04 - Many Waters" - читать интересную книгу автора (L'Engle Madeleine)

"But they won't know where to look. Mother has more
sense than we have. She'd never mess around with any-
thing of Dad's unless he was right there."

"Mother's not interested in astrophysics. She's into vir-
tual particles and things tike that."
- "She'll still miss us."

"Dad'll be home tomorrow," Sandy said hopefully. He
was now stripped to his underclothes.

Dennys picked up his things and made a tidy bundle.
"Unless we find some shade, 'we're going to have to put
our clothes back on in half an hour, or at least some of
them, or we'll get a vicious sunburn."

"Shade." Sandy groaned, and scanned the horizon. "Den!
Do I see a palm tree?"

Dennys held his hand to shade his eyes. "Where?"

"There. All the way over there."

"Yes. No. Yes."

"Let's head toward it."

"Good. At least it's something to do." Dennys trudged
off. "If it's the same time of day it was when we left
homeтАФ"

"It was winter at home." Sandy's eyes were almost closed
against the glare. "The sun was already setting."

14 t^ MANY WATERS

Dennys pointed to their shadows, as long and skinny as
they were. "The sun's slightly behind us ... We might be
heading east, if it's our own kind of sun."

Sandy asked, "Are you scared? I am. We've really got
ourselves into a mess."

Dennys made no reply. They trudged along. They had
left on their shoes and socks, and Dennys suggested, "It
might be easier walking barefooted."

Sandy bent down and touched the sand with the palm
of his hand, then shook his head. "Feel it. It would burn
our feet."