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

Mrs. Sunquist paused when she saw the painted bed sheet. "Really," she said. "Let's not
do this." Just for a moment, she glanced back the way they had come. She might have
been gauging her chances of making the street.



"Don't tell me you feel guilty." Mr. Sunquist hooted. "Guilty for Bobby Shelbourne! Oh,
wouldn't he love that."



"There's not enough people for us to slip in. Someone will recognize us. They'll know we
came from down the beach."



Indeed, a young man with mild blue eyes had been stationed at the top of the stair to
guard against crashers.



For one moment, Mr. Sunquist cringed as Roger Swann nodded down at them. He
thought of the humiliation Roger had suffered in Sonny's? wondered if he might have to
answer for it. But no, that bar scene was seven years in Roger Swann's future. Swann
gave them only a look of rueful curiosity. He nodded toward the next bungalow over,
where he imagined they had come from. He asked if they were here to complain about
the noise.



Mr. Sunquist was thinking up a suitable lie when Melanie Everett stepped out onto the
landing.
She had this nervous laugh as a kid, which was odd. Watching her, Mr. Sunquist
suddenly realized that Melanie herself was not nervous at all. The laugh was for the
benefit of whomever she spoke to. It worked to spectacular effect.



Suddenly, Roger Swann was over his terror of pretty girls. He leaned forward to hear her
as she asked him something under the music. Smiling, he answered.



Mrs. Sunquist took her husband by the wrist. "You know what he's telling me?" Even
now the boy's words affected her. "He's telling me how Bobby's been waiting for me
since 4:00, and then he tells me he himself has been waiting for me all his life."