"Jay Lake - A Mythic Fear of the Sea" - читать интересную книгу автора (Lake Jay)

тАЬMom, I...тАЭ My voice was harsh, squeaking like a crow. I realized I hadnтАЩt
spoken in months.

тАЬYour father can take you back up there,тАЭ she said.

тАЬNo.тАЭ

There was a rustle, the feathers of a hundred birds, at my word. She glanced
toward the Head, out of sight behind the bulk of the house. тАЬEveryone says itтАЩs
you.тАЭ

тАЬMaybe. IтАЩm doing something about it, though.тАЭ It was the first time IтАЩd
admitted my plans, to even having plans.

тАЬWhat?тАЭ MomтАЩs nerve raveled, her voice rising in fear. тАЬAre you going to
climb and pray? Put him back to a sound sleep before he does something?тАЭ

тАЬ No!тАЭ

The crowd that had followed me moaned.

тАЬYou will be the death of us,тАЭ Mom said. тАЬWhen Granddaddy awakens.тАЭ

тАЬFine! Give me six yards of stout canvas, and I will never trouble you again.тАЭ

Then a voice as big as the world said, тАЬNOOOOOOOOOOOO...тАЭ and my
former friends began to beat me.

***

I awoke, stiff, sore, itching from cuts and bruises, covered with an enormous
blanket. Nearby, people whispered.

No, I realized. It was my canvas, and I lay in the hull of my little boat listening
to the sea. Someone had carried me here, and brought the cloth as well.

I sat up to find Daddy squatting by a small fire. He was preparing to roast a
bird.

тАЬSooner gone, sooner done,тАЭ he said without meeting my eye.

I glanced upleg, toward the Waist and the vast curve of GranddaddyтАЩs bulk
beyond. тАЬIs he moving?тАЭ

It was almost like having a normal conversation.

тАЬMayor Fentress swears the Fingers are twitching.тАЭ The bird sizzled as it went
over the flames. тАЬThereтАЩs a lot of talk about what should be done ... hard talk, Little
Ozzie.тАЭ