"Whitley Strieber - Cat Magic" - читать интересную книгу автора (Strieber Whitley)

It was where Mandy and Charlie Picano had gone for prolonged kissing behind the coatrack.

It was where their cat Punch had died, starved to death while the family was on vacation. Nobody had
noticed that he had been shut in there.

It was where the children had whispered tales of witchcraft in Maywell, and Marcia Cummings had
insisted that witches were good.

In Mandy's vision a woman lay on a table in the room, which had been transformed from a place of
mystery into a torture chamber. The woman was dead, but George was not sad.

At the moment George was smiling. Mandy recoiled at the sight of his cadaverous grin.

тАЬMandy?тАЭ His smile faded. He began watching her closely.

She threw back her brandy.

тАЬYou're good at that.тАЭ

тАЬI've become a city girl, remember. And I'm tired from the drive. I want to go to bed.тАЭ

тАЬI'm sorry I forgot to make up the guest room.тАЭ

тАЬDon't worry about it. I can make a bed.тАЭ

When she started for the room, he followed her. As they walked together through the quiet house, she
hoped against hope that it would not beтАФbut of course it was her old room.

He paused before the door and took her shoulders in his hands. He kissed her forehead. тАЬGood night,
Mandy.тАЭ

She fought down the shaking. When he kissed her, his lips felt like two leather straps. тАЬGood night,
George.тАЭ She turned to face her past.

George and Kate had raised two kids here and not even changed the wallpaper. Mandy remembered
selecting it at Chasen's on Main, being torn between the cornflowers and these repeating rose arbors.
She had chosen the roses and then planted a rose garden beneath her window. Over three years her
roses had flourished, and she had secretly called herself the Rose Girl. Only Marcia knew it! told Aunt
Constance,тАЬ she had whispered when they were naked beneath the covers of a soft June night.

тАЬYou told her?тАЭ

тАЬShe said to give you a message. 'Tell the Rose Girl that I love her and watch over her.' тАЭ
тАЬMe?тАЭ

Marcia had squeezed her, and they had slept in one another's arms, two ten-year-olds so innocent that
their nakedness meant only friendship to them. тАЬShe loves us all. Let me take you to meet her.тАЭ

That was strictly forbidden. Dad hated Constance Collier, hated Maywell. He was only here because