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

Mrs. Sunquist had given over the need to match her husband dare-for-dare. "Let's just
get some power and go," she said.



Mr. Sunquist wanted to egg her on a little. "Are you sure? We might be out there. On the
beach. Living."



"This isn't funny," she said. "Let's just get the power and go."



Mr. Sunquist might have pushed a little harder but for the baby.
"You're lucky," he told her. He went up to pay for the fuel. She followed along to find a
bathroom.



Around the corner from the pump island was a fruit stand and a cashier. As they
approached, they heard a gravelly voice. "You know what you put on those? No, not
sugar." Chesty laughter. "Thing's already sweet. Why would you put sugar on it? No, you
know what they do in Mexico? They put salt on their mangos. A little cayenne pepper.
Here."



Mr. and Mrs. Sunquist traded looks. An afternoon of chasing the ghosts of memory had
left them unprepared for their role as someone else's ghost. They asked each other in
that wordless language of married couples if they should go, but neither of them moved.



Mr. Sunquist felt his throat dry up. He thought for a moment. Was he sure he wanted to
see himself like this? He grew impatient with his own timidity. What would happen,
anyway? Would they blow up? Some sort of mutual annihilation, as if they were both
opposing nuclear particles?



They stepped into the back of the cashier's line as casually as they could manage.



He was with a young girl. She had caramel-colored hair, like Mrs. Sunquist's had been
when she had been a student. That same lithe waist. Those legs.