"Alan Mcgregor - Angels Of Mercy" - читать интересную книгу автора (McGregor Alan)"Ah...! Ahhhhh...!!! Where am I?!" Startled and frightened, she began to struggle to her
feet. "Don't," Frank said. "Take your time. You may have broken something, and if you move too fast, you'll make it worse." "Who are you?" the elegant rag-doll-high-class-possible-prostitute asked. "I'm the person who met you on the street. Remember?" "I...I...yes, I remember now. I remember.... I vaguely...remember...." She looked about her, trying to orient herself. She pushed her tangled black hair out of her face. "Did you...did you hold onto me when...?" "Yes." There was a pause from the rag doll before she softly said, "Thank you." "I only did what anyone else would have done." "If you knew the kind of people I run with, you'd know that you're the exception in my life; not the rule." He ignored her self deprecation and said, "Well, there's no point in philosophizing. We're in trouble, you and I, and we have to figure our way ou..." Pain shot through him, "Oh, Jeez. Don't die on me," the rag doll said. She began to crawl towards Frank. "Careful," he cautioned. He began to cough, and he knew he was coughing up blood. The woman was at his side, now. He reached up and took her hand. He couldn't see her face; it was too dark. "I would like to know where we are," he whispered between coughs. "So would I." She clutched his hand. "I can't imagine what happened to us." "I can't, either," Frank said, surely as puzzled as she must be. "Maybe it was a terrorist, a bomb, a big bomb," the rag doll proposed. "I don't think so," Frank said. "The whole street just heaved up from the ground. I don't think a bomb could have been that powerful. Not unless it was a nuclear device, and if that were the case, we wouldn't be alive." "Listen..." She clutched his hand even tighter. "What do you hear?" Frank listened. "Uh...I don't hear anything." "That's my point; I don't hear anything either. What do you think that means?" |
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