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

easy decision in their kitchen. As he drank in his last vista of La Jet├йe, Mr. Sunquist
would have taken it back.



"Do you remember that time at Lola's Bookstore," Mr. Sunquist asked his wife, "when
Piecziznski, the chess master, challenged nineteen of his own iterations to speed
tournaments?"



"And he beat twelve of them?" She laughed at the image. "And played the other seven to
draws..."



"? And then he killed himself, because twelve of the nineteen were older versions of
himself, and he could see how his powers would decline!" The Sunquists shook their
heads; this was a favorite memory of theirs. Something they had always planned to get
back to see again.



"Do you think we can find that?" she asked.



Mr. Sunquist nodded down the road. The La Jet├йe of last summer had passed into the
expanding time signatures of the Present City. He thought he recognized it, floating
against the horizon, spectral and over bright. Or maybe he saw some other iteration,
realized by other Sunquists on other summer jaunts.



"He's there," Mr. Sunquist said. "I know that. We need a Feynman diagram to orient
ourselves, that's all." He knew a kiosk in the hotel district, they could get one there.



Just off the frontage road, they passed the skeleton of a new luxury hotel, half-built and
abandoned. It rose from behind its screen of construction siding like the rusted gantries
of some failed cosmodrome. A faded sign promised completion in the spring. It did not
mention the year.



Mr. Sunquist winced a little as they drove by. So many friends had gone in with him on
this investment. They should have known, he told himself. Vacation real estate can be so
risky.
But Mr. Sunquist had no time to indulge regret. His mind was on the row of orchid