"Kim Wilkins - The Autumn Castle" - читать интересную книгу автора (Wilkins Kim)

She tore her eyes away from Jude and met Gerda's gaze. "It's weird, Gerda. Just the last few days I've
been feeling on edge. Like something's about to happen. And I keep having these flashes of old
memories, things I haven't thought about in years."

"Like what? Stuff to do with your parents?"

"No, actually. You know we lived here in the seventies, but not here, not in the East. Berlin was still
divided. We had a big house out at Zehlendorf. My best friend was the English girl who lived next door.
A cute little redhead. I keep thinking about her, and then the memory gets all caught up with something
else which I can't put my finger on. Something to do with a crow I saw onceтАж" She trailed off, realizing
what she said made no sense.

"A crow?"
"Yeah, I know it sounds nuts."

"No, not at all. What was her name? The little girl?"

"Miranda. Her father was an English soldier, Colonel Frith. But nobody ever called her Miranda; we
always called her Little May."

"What else?" Gerda prompted. "Just these memories, this feeling of anxiety?"

Christine reached for her near-empty beer bottle, and swished the contents around halfheartedly. "She
was murdered," she said.

"Really?"

"Abducted from her bedroom one night. God knows what awful things sheтАж They never found her."

"That's sad."

"Yeah."

"So it's no wonder it gives you a bad feeling to think of her."

"I guess so." She drained her glass. "Only, it's not just an ordinary bad feeling. It's dread, and it's
half-remembrance, and it's a weird foreboding about that bird and trying to remember where I saw it."

Gerda snapped her fingers, her eyes round and bright. "A ghost!" she said. "Christine, maybe Little May
is haunting you."

"Huh?" Christine adjusted her frame of reference quickly. Gerda had a strong interest in spirits and
crystals and psychic powers, and conversations with her often took this turn.

"Yes, it makes sense. She died all those years ago, when you were here as a child. Maybe she's been
wandering on the earthly plane all this time, and now you're back she's attached herself to you."

"I don't know, Gerda. I'm more likely to think it's a change-of-seasons melancholy."