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

This is my daughter, Mr. Sunquist realized. The lust in him should have shamed him, but
it merely made him furtive.



The store clerk flipped a light on so the old man could see what he was doing with that
mango. A reflection appeared in the counter glass. Mr. Sunquist stared in fascination at
the face of a tired satyr.



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"We were such scoundrels when we were your age."
"Who's that?" the young woman frowned at the yellow fruit coming apart in her fingers.
Her mind was a million years down the T-Line Highway.



"Here. Let me show you something. Over here to the northwest." He was so casual about
the way he put his arm around the girl's waist. He aimed her toward a dark smudge
along the knife-edge of the horizon, it was the most natural thing in the world.



"Who were you such scoundrels with, Billy?"



"If you look over this way," the old man said, "you can see the actual heat death of the
universe." He was trying hard to instill his voice with a sense of wonder that life had not
held for him in a very long time. The young woman followed his arm.



Mr. Sunquist was shocked at the resemblance she had to his wife. The dark, sloe eyes,
the long, caramel-blond hair, the mobile mouth.



"It looks more like fog," she observed with adolescent irony.



"Can't see it with the naked eye. Somebody set a radio telescope pointing that way.
Came back with dead air. Nothing."