"Rusch-WithoutEnd" - читать интересную книгу автора (Rusch Kristine Kathryn)

"When Geneva and I went to Alaska, some friends of ours took us to a glacier. We
went up in the mountains, saw this fantastic lake, filled with ice bergs, and at
the edge of the lake, the tip of the glacier. A boat took us right there, and we
could see geologic history being made."

"I remember," Ross said. His tone was dry--get to the point, Dylan -and he
clutched the coat tighter. "You told me when you got back."

"But I didn't tell you about the exhibit. One of those museum things, where they
showed you how the glacier has traveled in the last hundred years or so. It
receded so much that the point where we stood at the edge of the lake had been
glacier only 150 years before. That sucker was moving fast. Geneva stayed
inside, where it was warm, but I went back out, and put my feet where that
glacier had been a hundred years ago. And if I closed my eyes, I could feel it.
I knew what it was like in the past; it was as if it was still there, only half
a step away, and I could get to it, if I took the right step."

Ross leaned back on the couch, the coat covering him like a blanket. "When Gary
died," he said, "I used to go in his bedroom and pick up one of those models he
worked so hard on. And if I held it just right, at the right time of night, I
could feel his little warm hand under mine. Dinah would just watch me, she
wouldn't say anything and I used to think she was jealous -- Gary shows up for
Ross, but not me kinda thing. But she was worried about losing me too. She was
afraid I would never come out of it. I still miss him, Dylan. I see another man
with a six-year-old boy and it knocks the wind out of me. But I survived, and I
moved on, and we have Linny now, and she's precious too."

"You're telling me this is another phase?"

"No." Ross was twisting the coat sleeve in his hands. "I'm telling you I finally
know how she felt. Dylan, give yourself a chance to heal. Geneva will always be
part of your past, but not part of your future."

"What makes you so sure," Dylan asked, "that they're all that different ?"

GENEVA RESTED on her stomach, knees bent, feet crossed at the ankles. She held a
blade of grass between her fingers, and occasionally she would blow on it,
trying to make a sound. The summer sun was hot, and the humidity was high.
Wisconsin in the summer. Dylan couldn't wait to leave.

"Did you know that Mormons marry not just for life, but for all eternity?"

"You saying we should incorporate that into our vows ?" Dylan rolled on his
back, feeling the grass tickle his shoulders.

"I wonder if we won't be doing that already." She put her thumbs to her mouth, a
blade of grass stretched between them. As she blew, it made a weak raspberry
sound. "I mean, if you look at an event like you look at a pebble, falling into
a pond, the action will create ripples that will stretch out from the pebble.