"Christopher Moore - The Lust Lizard of Melancholy Cove" - читать интересную книгу автора (Moore Christopher)

head down, her great mane of gray-streaked blonde hair hanging in her face.
She wore an oversized green sweater, tights, and high-top sneakers, one red,
one blue. She could have been thirty or fifty -- and she told Theo a different
age every time he picked her up.
Theo went around the car and climbed in. He said, "You know, Molly, when
you bite a guy on the leg, you're right on the edge of 'a danger to others or
yourself' you know that?"
She nodded and sniffled. A tear dropped out of the mass of hair and
spotted her sweater.
"Before I start driving, I need to know that you're calmed down. Do I
need to put you in the backseat?"
"It wasn't a fit," Molly said. "I was defending myself. He wanted a piece
of me." She lifted her head and turned to Theo, but her hair still covered her
face.
"Are you taking your drugs?"
"Meds, they call them meds."
"Sorry," Theo said. "Are you taking your meds?"
She nodded.
"Wipe your hair out of your face, Molly, I can barely understand you."
"Handcuffs, whiz kid."
Theo almost slapped his forehead: idiot! He really needed to stop getting
stoned on the job. He reached up and carefully brushed her hair away from her
face. The expression he found there was one of bemusement.
"You don't have to be so careful. I don't bite."
Theo smiled. "Well, actually..."
"Oh fuck you. You going to take me to County?"
"Should I?"
"I'll just be back in seventy-two and the milk in my refrigerator will be
spoiled."
"Then I'd better take you home."
He started the car and circled the block to head back to the Fly Rod
Trailer Court. He would have taken a back way if he could, to save Molly some
embarrassment, but the Fly Rod was right off Cypress, Pine Cove's main street.
As they passed the bank, people getting out of their cars turned to stare.
Molly made faces at them out the window.
"That doesn't help, Molly."
"Fuck 'em. Fans just want a piece of me. I can give 'em that. I've got my
soul."
"Mighty generous of you."
"If you weren't a fan, I wouldn't let you do this."
"Well, I am. Huge fan." Actually, he'd never heard of her until the first
time he was called to take her away from H.P.'s Cafe, where she had attacked
the espresso machine because it wouldn't quit staring at her.
"No one understands. Everyone takes a piece of you, then there's nothing
left for you. Even the meds take a piece of you. Do you have any idea what I'm
talking about here?"
Theo looked at her. "I have such a mind-numbing fear of the future that
the only way I can function at all is with equal amounts of denial and drugs."
"Jeez, Theo, you're really fucked up."
"Thanks."