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Bag of Bones :: Кинг Стивен
Страница: 152 из 425In a way it’s like watching thunderheads gather over New Hampshire and then come piling across the lake. I can’t put it any better than that, except…” She shifted, crossing her legs and then bending forward to pull the skirt of her dress against the line of her shin, as if she were cold. “Except that I’ve woken up several times lately, sure that I wasn’t in the bedroom alone. Once when I was sure I wasn’t in the bed alone. Sometimes it’s just a feeling—like a headache, only in your nerves—and sometimes I think I can hear whispering, or crying. I made a cake one night—about two weeks ago, this was—and forgot to put the flour away. The next morning the cannister was overturned, and the flour was spilled on the counter. Someone had written ’hello’ in it. I thought at first it was Ki, but she said she didn’t do it. Besides, it wasn’t her printing, hers is all straggly. I don’t know if she could even write hello. Hi, maybe, but… Mike, you don’t think he could be sending someone around to try and freak me out, do you? I mean that’s just stupid, right?”
“I don’t know,” I said. I thought of something thumping the insulation in the dark as I stood on the stairs. I thought of hello printed with magnets on my refrigerator door, and a child sobbing in the dark. My skin felt more than cold; it felt numb. A headache in the nerves, that was good, that was exactly how you felt when something reached around the wall of the real world and touched you on the nape of the neck. “Maybe it’s ghosts,” she said, and smiled in an uncertain way that was more frightened than amused. I opened my mouth to tell her about what had been happening at I IZIR’!FI IZIN IX 1 IN k… x Sara Laughs, then closed it again. There was a clear choice to be made here: either we could be sidetracked into a discussion of the paranormal, or we could come back to the visible world. The one where Max Devore was trying to steal himself a kid. “Yeah,” I said. “The spirits are about to speak.”
“I wish I could see your face better. There was something on it just then. What?”
“I don’t know,” I said. “But right now I think we’d better talk about Kyra. Okay?”
“Okay.” In the faint glow of the hibachi I could see her settling herself in her chair, as if to take a blow. “I’ve been subpoenaed to give a deposition in Castle Rock on Friday. Before Elmer Durgin, who is Kyra’s guardian ad litem—”
“That pompous little toad isn’t Ki’s anything!” she burst out.
“I don’t know,” I said. I thought of something thumping the insulation in the dark as I stood on the stairs. I thought of hello printed with magnets on my refrigerator door, and a child sobbing in the dark. My skin felt more than cold; it felt numb. A headache in the nerves, that was good, that was exactly how you felt when something reached around the wall of the real world and touched you on the nape of the neck. “Maybe it’s ghosts,” she said, and smiled in an uncertain way that was more frightened than amused. I opened my mouth to tell her about what had been happening at I IZIR’!FI IZIN IX 1 IN k… x Sara Laughs, then closed it again. There was a clear choice to be made here: either we could be sidetracked into a discussion of the paranormal, or we could come back to the visible world. The one where Max Devore was trying to steal himself a kid. “Yeah,” I said. “The spirits are about to speak.”
“I wish I could see your face better. There was something on it just then. What?”
“I don’t know,” I said. “But right now I think we’d better talk about Kyra. Okay?”
“Okay.” In the faint glow of the hibachi I could see her settling herself in her chair, as if to take a blow. “I’ve been subpoenaed to give a deposition in Castle Rock on Friday. Before Elmer Durgin, who is Kyra’s guardian ad litem—”
“That pompous little toad isn’t Ki’s anything!” she burst out.