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

"Come on, now," he said as gently as possible. "I recognized her eyes. I know her
cheekbones. The resemblance is too strong. You can't tell me this was just some kid you
picked up."



The old satyr leaned close. Mr. Sunquist held his breath at the tang of stale bourbon. "Of
course it looks like Melanie," he hissed through his gaping teeth. "It is Melanie."



Mr. Sunquist felt something clammy and soft in the pit of his stomach. "You're not
supposed to..."



"I was lonely," he said. "Mrs. Sunquist left me a couple years ago? left us, I should say.
Left us. I got my car, I took a ride down the T-Line Highway." The rheumy eyes squinted
defiantly. "Look at you, you're so self-righteous. What are you doing here? Huh? What
are you doing here?"



"You're lying." Mr. Sunquist backed away. Melanie had to be somewhere on this beach;
she had been right behind him a moment ago. He called out for her, but his words were
caught up in a sudden gust of wind and scattered across the beach like sea birds.



"Lying? To you? Why would I lie to you of all people?"



Way down by the waterline, Mr. Sunquist saw the young girl his wife had been. She
looked back at the sound of her name. Was that recognition in her eyes? Mr. Sunquist
entertained the notion of following after her. But she was not his wife and he was not
really Billy Lee Sunquist. Not her Billy Lee Sunquist. She turned away up the beach even
as he debated his next move, and then she was gone.



"I would know if you'd messed about in my past. Mrs. Sunquist? Melanie? would have
said something."



"Times change. Have you talked to Melanie recently?"