"Don Webb - Beach Scene" - читать интересную книгу автора (Webb Don)

BILL: The wind's really got an edge to it.

BOB: Go home and put some pants on.

BILL: Well.

BOB: Bill, are you and Mildred having trouble?

BILL: (Slowly, painfully) No. Well. No.

BOB: Well? You can tell me.

BILL: I had a dream last night.

BOB: Yeah you dreamed up a meteor.

BILL: No. This was after the meteor. I dreamt that I (with sick fascination)
killed Mildred. With an axe, the big red fire axe I keep in the garage. I
 snuck up on her in the kitchen and swung and swung and opened up
her head. And she fell and tried to gamer the brain bits - they were
sponges - back into her skull. And I pushed them behind the
refrigerator. And she couldn't get to them. And she twitched and
twitched like a bug. Then she died.

BOB: You've been renting too many movies.

BILL: This was real, man. It was so real that when I woke up I didn't know
if it was a dream. So I got dressed and came down here.

BOB: Did you pinch yourself to see if you were dreaming?

BILL: Jesus Christ. (Sotto voice) Did you pinch yourself to see if you were
dreaming? (Normal voice) That's what Mildred always says. Even if
she's awake. Last week I suggested we - suggested we get frisky
and she pinches her arm and says, "Well I guess I ain't dreaming."
That killed it for me right then.

BOB: Well you must've known it was a dream when you saw Mildred.

BILL: Well, Bob, I don't sleep with Mildred anymore.

(Long pause)

BILL: I sleep downstairs in the guest bedroom.

BOB: It still don't matter. It was just a dream.

BILL: But I liked it. I enjoyed the heft of the axe, the red strokes, her pain
and cries.