"Alan Mcgregor - Angels Of Mercy" - читать интересную книгу автора (McGregor Alan)

inside his tomb of concrete rubble. "Ow! Ow, ow, OW!!! I don't want to be a baby,
Maria, but you're killing me!"

"I can feel that the leg is swollen very badly," she said, thoughtfully, as if she were trying
to puzzle out a solution. She pulled her hand out, then stood up, laying her coat back
over him. She set her jaw. "I have to get us out. Somehow I've got to get us out."

"What do you suggest?" He could see by the glint in her eye that a transformation had
just occurred in her. He didn't know why he knew this. He only knew she had changed
somehow.

"I suggest that you rest as best you can while I think."

"I have to admit I hadn't held out much hope until--"

"Until now?" she finished. "I always panic when first confronted with a serious problem.
It takes me awhile to gather my courage and calm down."

"Well, you've certainly done that."

"Calmed down?"

"Yes. We haven't a prayer without you."

She looked down at the rubble covering his waist and legs. "I can't get those chunks off
you; I'm not nearly strong enough. That means I have to find a way to get out and get
help."

"Yes," he murmured. He could see no other way.

"Tell you what..." Her face brightened. "First thing I'm going to do is make you more
comfortable." She smiled. "With me." She stepped away from him and looked across
the rubble-strewn alley. "There it is..." She stumbled across the jumble of bricks with her
stiletto-heeled boots until she stopped at a black lump. She picked it up and came back
to him. She bent down, opened up the purse and took out a pack of tissues and, what
looked to Frank like a small jar of cold cream. She smiled. "Hold that thought, Frank."
She turned away from him, smeared the cold cream on her face and began to scrub
furiously. She used nearly the entire pack of tissues before she turned back to him.
"Better?"

He gasped in wonder. Her face, no longer hidden behind heavy makeup, had a rugged
and earthy beauty. She looked like an angel who would accept no nonsense. He
wanted to hold her and tell her everything would be alright. "I can't believe it, Maria. You
shouldn't hide your beauty under all that gunk."

"When you're in my profession, it's part of the work. Now,"--she squeezed the tissues
into a soggy ball and threw it as far as she could--"I can think."

She half folded her purse until it made a pillow, of sorts. Then she lifted Frank's head
and put her purse under it. "More comfortable?"