"Энди Макнаб. День независимости (engl) " - читать интересную книгу автора She linked her left arm in mine and rubbed her free hand up and down my
stubble. "Come on," she said. "Places to go, things to do. Mom's at a church meeting until this evening so you don't have to say hello until later. Gives us a little time." She rested her head on my shoulder as we walked outside. "But we're not going home just yet. There's something I want you to see on the way." We weren't quite in step: the leg she'd broken in Panama had left her with a slight limp. I grinned like an idiot. I'm all yours." The dog-track parking lot was used by commuters during the day. The November air had already worked its magic on line upon line of windscreens and frozen them white. I looked down at her face poking out from the sheepskin. "How's Luz?" "Oh, she's fine. She says hi. She might be coming back next week with a new friend." "It'll be good to see her. Who's the lucky boy?" "David somebody, I think." She turned to me. "But you're not to ' "I know." I held up my hand to swear the oath. "No jokes, don't worry, I won't embarrass her..." If I did, though, it wouldn't be the first time. We reached the main drag and waited for the lights, along with ten or so other pedestrians heading for the lot. "So, how was your trip? I notice I didn't get a card of the Pyramids "I know, I know. It's just that I thought by the time I got back into Cairo and posted it I'd be here. Especially this time of year..." "Not to worry. You're back, that's all that matters." The traffic stopped and the bleeper on the crossing ushered us across. "Did you get hit by the storms?" "We were much further south." "I was worried." Those little lines appeared at the corners of her eyes. "Six hundred people died in the floods in Algeria ..." I looked straight ahead. "Six hundred? I didn't know." We'd just got in among the cars when she stopped and faced me, her arms pushed in under mine and linked around my waist. "You stink like a camel, but it really is good to have you back all the same." She kissed me lightly on the lips, her skin cold but soft. "You know what? I don't want you to go away ever again. I like you right here, where I can see you." We stayed wrapped in each other and I fought the urge to tell her the truth. Sanity prevailed. I would find a time and a place to do that, but not now, not yet. She was too happy, I was too happy. I wanted to keep the real world outside. She let me go. "Magical-mystery-tour time." We got to her mother's Plymouth sedan. Carrie hadn't got round to |
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