"Rudy Rucker - The Men in the Back Room at the Country Club" - читать интересную книгу автора (Rucker Rudy)

with the Synod having the tabernacle on my farm, I'm exiled to a humble abode on Route 501.
Leastways it won't be but one night. The last battle's comin' tomorrow morning, hallelujah and pass it on.
Armageddon. Angels and devils fighting for the fate of our world. Drive your chariot onwards, Karl. I
need a taste of my sweet country roads. And then I'll prophesy to the fellowship about the Shekinah
Glory."

"You bet, Albert," said Mr. Karst. "Don't he look good, Gretchen?" Mr. Karst liked Chesney because
he'd let Day Six use his farmhouse for their tabernacle the whole time he'd been in jail. Swaying and
backfiring, the rusty SUV lumbered off.

"Do he say the world ends tomorrow?" asked Tonel.

"Don't worry," said Jack. "They always say that. Back in May, Mr. Karst tried to stop Gretchen from
buying a prom dress because the last battle was due to come before our graduation."

Turning back to the clubhouse, Tonel and Jack encountered muscular Danny Dank, who'd just finished
setting up the giant propane-fueled two-whole-hog barbeque wagon that the club used for their galas.
Tomorrow was the day of the club's annual Killeville Barbeque Breakfast Golf Classic, starting near
dawn.

Danny tightened down the cover of the quilted chrome wagon and unwrapped a stick of marijuana gum,
the pricey brand called Winnipeg Wheelchair. Grinning and chewing, he gestured for the two caddies to
sit down with him on a low wall facing the eighteenth green and the last glow of the sunset.

"Listen to this," said Danny, pulling a folded up newspaper from his hip pocket. He hawked some spit on
to the ground, then read, more mellifluously than one might have expected. Danny had gone to C. T.
Piggott High School the same as Jack and Tonel; he'd been a senior when they'd been freshman. But
he'd been expelled before his graduation.

"Falwell County's most notorious computer criminal is temporarily lodged in the Casa Linda Motel on
Highway 501 southeast of Killeville, next to a tattoo parlor and a liquor store that rents adult videos,"
read Danny. "His neighbors include a few parolees and at least one registered sex offender. His
second-floor room in the 34-unit motel overlooks the parking lot of a strip club."

"Punkin-head Chesney," said Tonel. "We just seen him. He and Gretchen goin' to church."

"Gretchen?" parroted Danny, as if unwilling or unable to understand. He was intent on his presentation.
"Do you dogs grasp why I read you the news item?"

"Because you're spun," said Jack, laughing. "Give me a piece of that gum."

"Three dollars," said Danny, reaching into shirt pocket. "Casa Linda is my crib. The county thinks they
can just dump any old trash on my doorstep. I been planning to write a letter to the paper. But тАФ "

"Who's the sex offender, Dank-man?" interrupted Tonel.

Danny looked embarrassed and chewed his gum in silence. The sex offender living at the Casa Linda was
Danny. He'd been expelled from Piggott High for putting a Web cam into the girls' locker room. One of
the girls who'd been showering there was frosh Lucy Candler, the pluperfect cheer daughter of Judge
Bowen Candler and his wife Burke. The Judge had thrown the book at Danny. Racketeering and child