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

Something in her tone struck Mr. Sunquist odd, so that he smiled and frowned at the
same time. Perhaps his wife had not enjoyed the scene in the bar as he expected. Time
for something frivolous, he decided. Piecziznski, the chess master, perhaps. Or maybe
they could see Shades of Indigo filming up at the old Harbinger Hotel.



He didn't tell her what he planned. He thought to surprise her. He expected that she
might even mention these places herself, but the scene in the bar had left Mrs. Sunquist
in some reverie of her own.



Seven miles up the highway, and as many years further back, Mr. Sunquist found a
neighborhood he recognized. Lola's Bookstore was just up the street in a bus barn it
shared with an equity waiver theater. If someone could give them the local date and
time, they would pin down the moment of their arrival.



The Sunquists discovered a young couple hiding among the shadows of Ciriquito Street.
Mr. Sunquist called to them. The boy glanced back at him? what? The girl turned
around to see what he was looking at. The Sunquists realized they were looking at
themselves.



Mr. Sunquist knew immediately where they were. Somehow, they had stumbled onto
Melanie Everett's twentieth birthday party. This was the night she had ended her
relationship with her boyfriend. The night she had gone home with him.



Bill Sunquist and Melanie Everett stood in the shadow of a large real-estate sign. The
sign showed an artist's rendering of tennis courts, a condominium, a hotel complex.



The Ciriquito Street pier, where fishing boats still headed into the sun each morning, that
was to be subsumed into a two-hundred-slip marina. Bill Sunquist noticed none of this.
The sign was nothing to him but cover. He had Melanie under his left arm and they were
studying the beachfront apartment she shared with Bobby Shelbourne, the man who
promised to love her, "no matter how much she disappointed him."



They were talking. The Sunquists were too far away to hear the words. No matter, the
Sunquists had remembered this story to each other till they could mouth the words. Bill
Sunquist and Melanie Everett had parked along Kleege's Beach and spent the afternoon
under the tarp in the back of Bill Sunquist's two-ton army surplus lorry. Now she was