"Laymon Richard - No Sanctuary" - читать интересную книгу автора (Laymon Richard)

the alarm clock on the nightstand showed five o'clock.

Braced up on an elbow, he reached over the clock and lifted the
phone's handset. As he brought it to his face, the uncoiling cord
nudged the clock off the stand. ╗^

'This is obscene,' he muttered.

'How did you guess?' Bert started breathing heavily on the other
end of the line.

'It's still night,' Rick interrupted. 'That's the obscenity. Human
beings weren't meant to get up before dawn.'

'There are human beings who do it every day.'

'Not when they're on vacation.'

'Speaking of which . . .'

'Must we?' Rick asked.

'Don't be so negative. You're going to love it. The fresh mountain
air, the grand vistas, not to mention the peace and quiet . . .'

'I've been camping before. It's not my idea of--'

'Never with me.'

'Right. Bertha Crockett, Queen of the Wild Frontier.'

The sound of her husky laugh reminded Rick of just why he had
allowed Bert to talk him into a week of backpacking. 'Are you still
in bed?' he asked.

'I've been up for an hour. I'm all packed and showered.'

'Dressed yet?'

That laugh again. 'Wouldn't you like to know.'

'Matter of fact

'Come on over and find out.'

'Bye.'

'Hey!'

'Huh?'