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

The girl nodded. She understood: The cosmic background radiation. It was supposed to
be evenly distributed throughout the universe. "Gee, that's interesting." She slurped
mango slices.



The old man leaned close as if he wanted to steal a kiss. The girl smiled back at him,
What? The soft light of her trust set him back. He looked away down the beach, as if
uncertain what to do.



She asked him what he was thinking. He ran his hand up and down her arm, elbow to
shoulder as he considered his answer.



"I was thinking of a moment from my life a long time ago," he answered. "I was on a
patio, dancing with a girl who looked very much like you. We were both a little drunk,
and her boyfriend was playing for us, and everyone was friends, you know? Just.
Friends. And right now, I was thinking that may have been the sweetest moment of my
life."



"It must be nice," the girl offered, "having a lifetime of memories like that. I wish I had
one moment I could look back on."



The old Sunquist laughed, shook his head. "No, it's terrible," he said. "You spend the
rest of your life trying to find that moment again, and it's never where you thought." He
paused, as if he'd only just heard his own words. "It's amazing what a person will do to
recapture one moment of peace. Amazing and terrible."



Something in his tone made the girl back away. But somehow she was still in his arms,
and in turning, she had presented her face to him.



He kissed her hard on the mouth. The girl pushed him back. For a moment, her chin
bunched up and her cheeks reddened as if she might cry, or pummel the old man to the
ground.