"Kim Stanley Robinson - Forty Signs of Rain" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robinson Kim Stanley)

тАЬSounds good, IтАЩll be in touch, but meanwhile be thinking about how to slip the IPCC thing in even
deeper.тАЭ

тАЬYeah okay but see what I did already.тАЭ

тАЬSure bye.тАЭ

тАЬBye.тАЭ

Charlie pulled off the headset and turned off the stove. Joe finished his bottle, inspected it, tossed it
casually aside.

тАЬMan, you are fast,тАЭ Charlie said as he always did. One of the mutual satisfactions of their days together
was doing the same things over and over again, and saying the same things about them. Joe was not as
insistent on pattern as Nick had been, in fact he liked a kind of structured variability, as Charlie thought of
it, but the pleasure in repetition was still there.

There was no denying his boys were very different. When Nick had been JoeтАЩs age, Charlie had still
found it necessary to hold him cradled in his arm, head wedged in the nook of his elbow to make him
take the bottle, because Nick had had a curious moment of aversion, even when he was hungry. He
would whine and refuse the nipple, perhaps because it was not the real thing, perhaps because it had
taken Charlie months to learn to puncture the bottle nipples with lots of extra holes. In any case he would
refuse and twist away, head whipping from side to side, and the hungrier he was the more he would do it,
until with a rush like a fish to a lure he would strike, latching on and sucking desperately. It was a fairly
frustrating routine, part of the larger Shock of Lost Adult Freedom that had hammered Charlie so hard
that first time around, though he could hardly now remember why. A perfect image for all the
compromised joys and irritations of Mr. Momhood, those hundreds of sessions with reluctant Nick and
his bottle.

With Joe life was in some ways much easier. Charlie was more used to it, for one thing, and Joe, though
difficult in his own ways, would certainly never refuse a bottle.

Now he decided he would try again to climb the baby gate and dive down the cellar stairs, but Charlie
moved quickly to detach him, then shooed him out into the dining room while cleaning up the counter,
ignoring the loud cries of complaint.

тАЬOkay okay! Quiet! Hey letтАЩs go for a walk! LetтАЩs go walk!тАЭ

тАЬNo!тАЭ

тАЬAh come on. Oh wait, itтАЩs your day for Gymboree, and then weтАЩll go to the park and have lunch, and
then go for a walk!тАЭ

тАЬNO!тАЭ

But that was just JoeтАЩs way of saying yes.

Charlie wrestled him into the baby backpack, which was mostly a matter of controlling his legs, not an
easy thing. Joe was strong, a compact animal with bulging thigh muscles, and though not as loud a