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

BOB: We all have dreams like that.

BILL: No.

(Short pause)

Not like this.

(Short pause)

I really found myself.
BOB: You really need to go home and have lunch with Mildred.

BILL: I won't. I'm too old for the pretense. Maybe later.

BOB: (Confused) What pretense?

BILL: I've become someone else. I'll have to keep pretending to be me.
Pretending to fish with you, pretending to buy milk from that Bengali
girl at Thorn's General, pretending to be a volunteer fireman.

BOB: You're guilty because of a dream?

BILL: No. It's tiring because of the pretense.

BOB: What will you really be doing?

BILL: Hiding. That's what a murderer does, hides. I've read a lot of those
used mysteries Mildred buys at the flea market.

BOB: But you're sure you didn't kill her?

BILL: Pretty sure. I mean someone can't die like that loosing their brain
and trying to stuff it back in. Biology's not like that.

BOB: You've got to go back sometime. At least to take your heart
medicine.

BILL: When I'm stronger. Better at pretending. I'm practicing with you,
Bob. You don't think I'm a killer do you, Bob?

BOB: No.

(Pause)

BOB: I still think you should go back. I'm going back in a little while.

BILL: I'm gonna reel it in, check my bait.