"Robert Rankin - The Fandom of the Operator" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robert Rankin)

`No, it's not,' said my daddy. `You're a child. Death isn't your business. It's something for adults. Like

`Cunnilingus?' my uncle suggested.

`Likewhat?' I asked.

`Go to your room!'

`I don't have a room!'

`Then go to your cupboard.'

`I don't want to go to my cupboard,' I said. `I want to know things. I want to know about all sorts of
things. Every sort of thing. I want to know all about death and what happens after you die...'

`So do I,' said Uncle Jon.

`Shut up, you,' said my daddy.

`We have to know,' said my uncle. `It's important. Wehave to know.'

`It'snot important!' My father's voice was well and truly raised. `It happens. Everybody dies. We're
born, we live, we die. That's how it is. The boy's a boy. Let him be a boy. He'll be a man soon enough
and he can think on these things then. Get out of my house now, Jon. Let me be alone with my grief.'

`Your grief for Charlie? You old fraud, what do you care?'

`I care enough. I do care. He was my bestest friend.'

`You never had a bestest friend in your life.'

`I did and I did. You cur, you low, driven cur.'

`You foul and filthy fiend!'

`You wretch!'

`You cretin!'

And there was further rancour.

I never cared for rancour at all.

So I slipped away to play in the yard.

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I would have played inour yard. If we'd had one. But as we have one, I didn't.