"Rusch-WithoutEnd" - читать интересную книгу автора (Rusch Kristine Kathryn)He hadn't turned on a light yet. Dylan sat in the dark, watching the fuzzy
grayness slip over the entire living room. The cat slept on a comer of the couch. Geneva's papers were piled on the coffee table, on the end tables, in the comer. He had been sitting in the dark too much, thinking perhaps that was when her ghost would arrive. A light flipped on in the kitchen and he jumped. "Jesus Christ, don't you use lights anymore?" Ross. Ross had let himself in the back door. Dylan took a deep breath to ease the pounding of his heart. He reached up and flicked on a table lamp. "In here," he said. Ross came through the dining room door, and stared at the living room. The cat curled into a tighter ball, hiding her eyes from the light. "We need to get you out of here," he said. "How about a movie?" Dylan shook his head. He didn't need distractions now. He felt like he was very close. Her papers held little illuminating, but his memories--they were like a jigsaw puzzle, leaving gaps, creating bits of a picture. As if she had given him the answer out of order, and he had to piece it together. Alone. The cat sat up and looked at Ross, then jumped off the couch. Dylan wished he could be as rude. "I want to be alone, right now," he said. "You've been alone since the end of August. Lock yourself up in here long enough, and you'll never get over her." "I don't want to get over her," Dylan said. Ross shrugged. "Wrong choice of words. You got your own life, and the last thing Geneva would have done was to want you to stop living because of her." "I'm still living," Dylan said. "I'm still thinking." "Not good enough." Ross stood, grabbed Dylan's coat off the back of a chair, and held it out. Dylan looked at it and sighed. Then he rubbed a hand over his face. "Sit down," he said. Ross sat, still holding Dylan's coat. He rested on the edge of the couch, as if he were about to jump up at any point. |
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