"Pike, Christopher - Whisper Of Death.(1991)TXT" - читать интересную книгу автора (Pike Christopher)

"That's not what I mean, Rox," he said slowly.

My voice faltered. "You don't want to keep the
baby?" I asked.

"Do you?"

"I'd like to."

"Why?"

The question hit me like a slap. It took me a mo-
ment to find my tongue. "Because it would be our
baby."

He had to think about that a bit, and the passing
seconds were hard on me. It was an absurd place to be
having such a discussion-the dirty back lot of a
florist's. I reached up and touched the flower Pepper
had placed in my hair, but I was clumsy and it fell to
the ground. I knelt to pick it up. Pepper stopped me.

"It's no good," he said.

I was on edge. "What's no good?"

He gestured. "The flower. Leave it. I'll get you
another one." But he didn't reach back into the van. I
had given him too much to think about, and he
couldn't worry about me right then. He continued to
stare of into the distance. I had to break the silence.

"It's not like it's fatal," I joked.

"Do you really want to keep the baby?"

I paused. "I thought you just asked me that."

"Rox."

"Do you want to keep it? If you don't, just tell me."

"I don't," he said.

I couldn't believe he'd said that. Oh, I knew, of
course, he might want me to have an abortion. But for
him not to consider having the child made me sad. He
didn't even want to sleep on it. But I was no better. I
was the child's mother, and all I cared about was