"Gene Wolfe - Endangered Species" - читать интересную книгу автора (Wolfe Gene)

"My bra and stuff. We must have kicked them under the
bed. Where are our bags?"

"Still in the trunk. I never carried them in."

"Would you get mine? My swim suit's in it."

"Sure," he said.

"And put on some pants!"

"My suit's in my bag too." He found his trousers and got
the keys to the Triumph. Outside the sun was higher, the
chill of the fall morning nearly gone. He looked for the ship
and saw it. Then it winked out like a star.

That evening they made a fire of driftwood and roasted
the big, greasy Italian sausages he had brought from town,
making giant hot dogs by clamping them in French bread.
He had brought red supermarket wine too; they chilled
it in the Pacific. "I never ate this much in my life," Lissy
said.

"You haven't eaten anything yet."

"I know, but just looking at this sandwich would make me
full if I wasn't so hungry." She bit off the end. "Cuff tough
woof."

"What?"

"Castrating woman. That's what you called me this morn-
ing, Tim. Now this is a castrating woman."

"Don't talk with your mouth full." '

"You sound like my mother. Give me some wine. You're
hogging it."

He handed the bottle over. "It isn't bad, if you don't object
to a complete lack of character."

"I sleep with you, don't I?"

"I have character, it's just all rotten."
"You said you wanted to get married."

"Let's go. You can finish that thing in the car."

"You drank half the bottle. You're too high to drive."