"M. Rickert - Anyway" - читать интересную книгу автора (Rickert Mary)

look into those young bright faces for long. I cannot bear to. When their parents try
to make small talk, I can only murmur my replies. Nobody seems to blame me. It is
expected that I act this way, upset and confused. Certainly nobody suspects the
truth about me, that I am a murderer, that I have bargained their children's lives for
my son's.

When it comes time to say good-bye, I kiss him on the cheek. Oh, the wonderful
warmth of his skin! The wonderful certainty that he will survive!

I stand and wave as the bus pulls away. I wave and wave even though I can't see
his face, and I have no idea if he can see mine, I wave until somebody, Sondra's
dad, I think, tries to get me to stop, then, mumbling, walks away. I stand here
waving even after there is no bus on the road. People walk in wide circles around me
as if somehow they know that I am the destroyer of the world. They are completely
freaked out but act like they're not, because, after all, what can they do about it,
anyway?

The End