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

"Aww." Mr. Sunquist gave her a look of arch sentimentality. Together, they went,
"Aww," loud enough to attract the gaze of the kids on the stair. He thought that Melanie
regarded them with some look of secret humor. Who knew what she was really thinking.
Mr. Sunquist imagined pretty girls used this look when they could think of nothing to
say.



Roger got a peck on the cheek for his sweetness. Melanie disappeared into the party
without a backward glance, but that was enough for Roger Swann. The Sunquists were
forgotten. He slicked the thinning wedge of hair back from his forehead. He followed
after her; the Sunquists trailed a short distance behind.



One thing Mr. Sunquist remembered about Bobby Shelbourne's apartment, it was
dangerous to show too much interest in any bit of ornament.



Bobby Shelbourne lived in a museum of Melmac ice cream dishes, mismatched kitchen
chairs, and determinedly outdated electronic entertainment gear. Every one with a little
story on where it had been found, and how much it was really worth to some mythical
dealer in garage sale lamps, or kitchen formica, or digital video downloaders.



A whir-sound passed by overhead. A scale model of the Hindenburg was making stately
passage from the living room to the kitchen. Normally, Bobby would be following it
around, pointing out the hand-painted swastika on the tail rudder. But the mood had
gone out of him today.



He saw Melanie and his pale blue eyes went all weepy and proud. His pouty lip grew
heavier than it was already. If Bobby had promised to forgive Melanie no matter what,
he had not promised to make it easy. He would not even acknowledge Melanie till she
took his arm and made him face her.



Someone put on music, too loud to hear her speak. No matter, Mr. Sunquist could tell by
her rueful demeanor that she was making her story.



What was it he and Melanie had decided? Yes, he remembered now? Melanie had gone
down the T-Line Highway to visit the iterations of her own childhood. The Feynman
diagram in her glove compartment contained too many streets between there and here