"Parick O'Leary - The Witch's hand" - читать интересную книгу автора (O'leary Patrick)

Jimmy looked at them.

"Because you couldn't just stick your arm out. You couldn't hold still. Even if you wanted to. Even if you
closed your eyes. I couldn't."

"Me neither."

"And what if you missed?"

One of the boy's grabbed his wrist and shook his hand and yelped with horror as if it were hanging by a
thread of muscle. The other boy giggled.

"That's right," said Jimmy. "It takes two. One to hold, one to chop."

A pause as they looked toward the flashlight beam as if into a fire. They could almost hear the crackle.

"They'd have to be strong. They'd have to be your best friends in the world."

Jimmy's red lips disappeared as he jammed them together and frowned. For a few moments they were
lost, waiting for his lips to come back.
"ButтАжthenтАжyou'd have to find someone to drive you to the hospital."

"His dad would do it."

"You're not listening. My dadтАж" He swallowed. "My dad would be dead."

"A neighbor then."

A pause.

"Maybe you could walk."

A pause.

"Couldn't you cut your own hand off?"

"No. Somebody else has to do it."

"That's a stupid story."

"Yeah it's like the convict and the lovers on lovers lane."

"What's that?" Jimmy asked.

"It's that dirty store on TV. They sell underwear and condoms."

"No, stupid, it's where teenagers go to make out and have sex. Anyway they find his hook on the back of
their car."

"Oh yeah. I remember that one."