"Richard Wadholm - From Here You Can See The Sunquists" - читать интересную книгу автора (Wadholm Richard)

had learned to savor these stories. Nothing is more vivid than a moment re-lived, he
would say. Not even the moment itself.
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The heat of the day had broken when Mr. Sunquist shook off the last of his dreams. The
breeze had shifted around to come in from the south, from the future side of the bay.



Mrs. Sunquist said she could lie beneath the billowing curtains all night long. Perhaps
Mrs. Sunquist still had doubts. If so, Mr. Sunquist hardly heard. He was planning their
road trip.



He asked Mrs. Sunquist if she remembered the first time they made love.



"Of course I do." As indignant as she could manage.
"We had to take a blanket out to Mourning Shoals because your boyfriend was setting up
your apartment for a surprise birthday party. You remember? And the fog rolled in so
we almost couldn't find the truck, and then we got back an hour and a half after the
party started?"



Mrs. Sunquist laughed, embarrassed. She remembered.



"You know," Mr. Sunquist said, "that's one place you and I have never gone back to."



"Oh, William. No!"



"It's a birthday party. It would be easy to slip in. And we had such a time that night."



Mrs. Sunquist touched his cheek. "You remember everything so perfectly," she said.