"Perry, Steve - OtherToys" - читать интересную книгу автора (Perry Steven)

"Sure, Doc. You think being in a cave has made me stupid?" Lipton smiled
politely.

"Uh, one other thing, Dr. Lipton. I dunno if I ought to even say anything about
it, it's only a rumor, something I picked off the computer net when I was online
last night."

"Go on."

"Well. Noel, out in Montana, I get the impression he's planning on heading this
way."

Lipton felt his stomach lurch. As a boy in New Orleans, he had spent more than a
few happy hours at Lake Ponchartrain, back when the Zephyr was still the
scariest roller coaster in the country. He'd never enjoyed that ride, though
teenage bravado made him climb on it every time he went to the park. His stomach
felt now as it always had right after that first big drop on the Zephyr. Noel!

"I will personally box the man's ears if he shows up," Lipton said. He meant it,
too.

O.C. laughed. "Hey, we were here first. When you get your paper done on this,
Noel will be begging to polish your shoes."

Lipton's smile was larger this time. Now there was a pleasant thought indeed.

I must be in error; I am mistaken. Surely it is so. God is busy, He has so much
to do, it is selfish of me to think that I among all His creations deserve His
presence more than another. He has not forgotten me, rather He has winds to
direct and stars to place in the Heavens, myriad chores I cannot begin with my
limited, small mind to understand. How dare I hope to fathom the mind of God?

This is surely a test, a simple one of my Faith, and All Knowing as He is, God
has seen that in my fear I had begun to fail. I allowed my fear to create doubt
and down that path lay reason for my panic. But no more. I shall abide, I will
stand fast. My life will go on as it normally would, I shall do those things for
which I am designed: I shall eat and sleep and pray and maintain my purity and
upon me God will smile once again, once He sees my love is true. He cannot have
deserted me, his most faithful of servants. It is beyond belief.

Cartas called the desk and got Kohler, who was stuck on rewrite.

"Kohler."

"Hey, dickhead."

"Well, well, John-boy. What are you doing callingin? I thought you were on
vacation."