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Like a gifted animal trainer she goes on, about his bright hair, about how lucky she felt when she first saw him; she is lilting now. тАЬItтАЩs sunny today, perfect weather, and oh, sweetie, thereтАЩs going to be a party in the garden!тАЭ Then he hears a little stir in the hall. Someone else out there with her, breathing. тАЬA party in your honor. Cake, sweetie, and champagne, have you ever had champagne? YouтАЩre going to love it...тАЭ He does indeed hear music. Someone tapping a microphone. Voices in the garden. Behind Susan, someone is muttering. She breaks off. тАЬBrent, I am not going to tell him about the people from Miramax! Not until we get him out of there!тАЭ The brother. Happy shuts down. What else would he do after what Brent did to him? Things in this room, he realizes; Brent was that much older. Brent giving him a mean, sly look on his last night in this world he outgrew, letting their father hit the gas on the minivan and drive away without him. After a long time, when it becomes clear that thereтАЩs no change in the situation, Susan gets up off her kneesтАФhe can feel every move she makesтАФand leans the whole of that soft body against the wood. He stands too, so that in a way, they are together. She says in a tone that makes clear you and I...тАЭ There is the sound of a little struggle. Brent barks a warning. тАЬTen minutes, Frederick Olmstead. Ten minutes more and we break down the door and drag you out.тАЭ He does not have to go to the window to hear the speech Brent makes to the people assembled. He can hear them muttering. He smells them all. He hears their secret body parts moving. They are drinking champagne in the garden. Then it changes. There is a new voice. Ugly. Different from the buddabuddabudda of ordinary people talking. тАЬThank you for coming and thank you for your patience. Okay, Brent. Where is he?тАЭ ItтАЩs him. Brett whines, тАЬI told you, Dad, I couldnтАЩt...тАЭ тАЬThen I will.тАЭ Another voice. The mother. тАЬNo, Fred. Not this time.тАЭ There is a smack. A thud. Under the window, the father raises his head and howls, тАЬTwo minutes, son. IтАЩm warning you.тАЭ |
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