"Nancy Springer - Snickerdoodles" - читать интересную книгу автора (Springer Nancy)Enola added, тАЬHe says youтАЩre a dan-gerous young psychopath.тАЭ тАЬIтАЩm sorry.тАЭ тАЬIтАЩm not. I told him in a very literal way to go to Hell.тАЭ Blake sat down at the ashwood table. тАЬMom,тАЭ he admitted, тАЬI donтАЩt under-stand you.тАЭ тАЬNever mind.тАЭ She picked up the black book and sat down beside him with the air of a woman enjoying her-self. тАЬShow me what you read to the Orwig boy.тАЭ Because of the mystic sigils inked on most pages it was not hard to find the passage. Blake remembered: it was the one headed by three inverted crosses and a symbol that reminded him of drawings he had seen on menтАЩs room walls. His mother read the section he pointed out in thoughtful silence. тАЬIn-teresting,тАЭ she remarked. тАЬYou seem to have given him syphilis.тАЭ The air had suddenly turned rarefied. BlakeтАЩs mouth came open and pumped. тАЬSecondary stage,тАЭ his mother added. тАЬRash, lesions, swelling joints, that sort of thing. It may be years before he goes insane.тАЭ тАЬBuтАФbuтАФbutтАФтАЭ It certainly was. тАЬBut I didnтАЩt expect it to work,тАЭ Blake managed. тАЬOf course it worked. You told him yourself, you have hex-witch blood.тАЭ Blake jettisoned all thoughts of ever being a scientist, because when he looked into her eyes suddenly it all made sense, he believed her utterly and felt at peace. Her eyes were golden yel-low, the exact color of her rich buttery snickerdoodles. In the black circles of the irises he seemed to see hex signs turning. тАЬThey may cure him,тАЭ she said re-gretfully, тАЬif they can figure out whatтАЩs wrong with him. They have penicillin these days.тАЭ тАЬThey didnтАЩt when you started?тАЭ тАЬThey didnтАЩt when the line started. But thatтАЩs all right, we get stronger generation by generation. Look what you have done without even knowing what you were doing.тАЭ She smiled at him with a motherтАЩs pride and some-thing more, something approaching deification. тАЬI should teach you to bake.тАЭ The feeling of unreasoning peace left him, replaced by a catfooted fear. Of what? Of her? But how could she ever hurt him except by loving him too much? тАЬMother,тАЭ he told her, тАЬI do not want to spend my life baking cookies, and I |
|
|