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

"You can't just drive down the road and change my life. You can't do that."



"Screw your life. I was lonely."



"You can't do that," he repeated fervently, hopefully.



He left the old man on the top of the dune and started back for his car. He found it
sitting quietly in its refueling lane. The passenger-side door remained slightly ajar, just
as his wife had left it.



He walked out in the street and called for her. He had to be wrong. She was here
somewhere. She was confused; maybe she hated him a little bit. But she was still his
wife. He couldn't have changed time. One didn't do such things in La Jet├йe. It just wasn't
done.



He ran down the street, backward in time, calling for her as he went. Among the empty
cliffs where beach hotels and seafood restaurants and temporal observatories had once
been, gulls cocked their heads to peer down at him.



He pulled up, gasping at the highway on-ramp. All right, he told himself. Something
terrible had happened. But it wasn't too late to fix things. Melanie was still there for him.
She was a little ways down the T-Line Highway, that was all.



He would find her as she had been. He would protect her from that sad old ghost. And
she would love him more than ever. He would see to it. He would be good to her, and
listen to what she said. He would love the woman she was now. And the memories of
the people they had been? He would let them remain beautiful memories, nothing more.
Headlights rolled across his shoulders. He turned and stumbled. The car rolled right up
to his knees. He thought he was dead.



The driver was a woman with shoulder-length caramel-colored hair and exotically
slanted eyes. The passenger was a sad-eyed little man. He stepped out to help Mr.