"Serita Stevens - The Unborn" - читать интересную книгу автора (Stevens Serita)

"You don't understand. The kid talked to me."

Granny laughed.

"Oh, Mr. Hutchins. All new parents think their baby's special. But I assure you, little Jane won't be talking for several month's yet."

"Her name ain't Jane," Eddie looked like he was going to swing at the nurse. "Her name's Jennifer."

Granny shook her head, putting me down as she opened the chart.

"You wrote the name yourself."

She showed him a copy of my birth certificate.

Eddie blanched.

I cooed and smiled.

Granny picked me up again, wrapping me in the blanket. She handed me to him.

"I'm going to kill you, Eddie. Just like you murdered her."

I stared directly at him and knew he -- and only he-- could hear me.

"Jeez! I need a drink."

"Careful, Mr. Hutchins," Granny warned. "You'll drop her."

She paused, taking me away from him.

"Are you sure you can take care of her?Ф

He picked me up gingerly. I stared without blinking at him and thought how much I hated him.

Weeks turned into months.

Eddie hired a nurse to take care of me so that he wouldn't have to bother. I was happy that he didn't come near me, didn't try to touch me.

Sometimes I'd laugh and smile. Sometimes I'd pretend to be his loving daughter. But other times, when he'd be drinking, I loved speaking my mind to his.

"I'm gonna kill you, Eddie. Just like you killed my mother."

He would blanch and then I'd take it a step further, drawing Mommy's voice from memory.

"Eddie, I swear. This baby is yours. I love you, Eddie. I loved you."

Eddie would grow pale and drop whatever was in his hand -- usually a drink. He'd flee my room and not return for several days.

As I got older and began to talk, it seemed wisest to bide my time.