"Tom Reamy - Waiting For Billy Star" - читать интересную книгу автора (Reamy Tom)

He nodded. "Thank you. She's special."

"I know."

He started for the door and turned back. "I'll stop in on my way back."

I nodded. He looked at Susanne sitting in the booth but she didn't look up. He went on out the door. I locked up an
turned off the neon sign and watched the pickup back out and head west into the wind.
 I went to the booth and sat across from Susanne but she didn't seem to see me. I put my hands on hers. Her eyes
focused on mine and she didn't pull her hands away.

"Billy's dead," she said, her voice almost too low to hear.

"I know."

"Billy's dead," she said again, but she didn't cry.

"Is there anything I can do?"

She shook her head.

"Will you be okay?"

"Yes. I'm okay."

"I don't want to leave you here alone. I'll call Maurine. You can stay with her."

She shook her head again. "I'll be okay."

"You know Maurine will want you to stay with her."

"Yes. I'd rather be alone though. I'll be all right. You go on home."

"You're sure?"

She smiled and squeezed my hands. "Yes. I'm sure. You go on home."

So I left her there, still sitting in the booth, and drove the half mile to my house. I called Maurine and told her what h
happened and asked her to check on Susanne in the morning. I went to bed and lay there listening to the wind and could
sleep. The air was dusty even in the house and I felt as if I couldn't breathe. An hour later I got up and dressed and wen
back to the cafe.

That was the last time I ever saw Susanne. The next morning when Maurine went to her room she wasn't there. The
hadn't been slept in and nothing was missing. Davey Boyd tried to find her for months. I knew he wouldn't, that no one w
ever see her again.

When I went back to the cafe that night the lights were turned off, but over the sound of the wind I could hear the
jukebox playing. I tried to look in the window but the glass was fogged and I couldn't see. I opened the door as quietly
could. It was dark but I could see by the lights of the jukebox. They were moving slowly, huddled in each other's arms.