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Bag of Bones :: Кинг Стивен
Страница: 214 из 425He was over by the equipment shed with some of his cronies. Did you happen to notice him?” I said I had not. “Guy must be a hundred and thirty,” John said. “He’s got a cane with a gold head the size of an elephant’s asshole.”
“That’s a Boston Post cane. The oldest person in the area gets to keep it.” ’5nd I have no doubt he came by it honestly. If Devore’s lawyers put him on the stand, I’ll debone him.”
There was something chilling in John’s gleeful confidence. “I’m sure,” I said. “How did Mattie take getting cut dead by her old friends?” I was thinking of her saying that she hated Tuesday nights, hated to think of the softball games going on as they always had at the field where she had met her late husband. “She did okay,” John said. “I think she’s given most of them up as a lost cause, anyway.” I had my doubts about that—I seem to remember that at twenty-one lost causes are sort of a specialty—but I didn’t say anything. “She’s hanging in. She’s been lonely and scared, I think that in her own mind she might already have begun the process of giving Kyra up, but she’s got her confidence back now. Mostly thanks to meeting you. Talk about your fantastically lucky breaks.” Well, maybe. I flashed on Jo’s. brother Frank once saying to me that he didn’t think there was any such thing as luck, only fate and inspired choices. And then I remembered that image of the TR criss-crossed with invisible cables, connections that were unseen but as strong as steel. “John, I forgot to ask the most important question of all the other day, after I gave my depo. This custody case we’re all so concerned about… has it even been scheduled?”
D-k3 k. Jltm Dk-/IN,O “Good question. I’ve checked three ways to Sunday, and Bissonette has, too. Unless Devore and his people have pulled something really slippery, like filing in another court district, I don’t think it has been.”
“Could they do that? File in another district?”
“Maybe. But probably not without us finding out.”
“So what does it mean?”
“That Devore’s on the verge of giving up,” John said promptly. “As of now I see no other way of explaining it. I’m going back to New York first thing tomorrow, but I’ll stay in touch. If anything comes up here, you do the same.” I said I would and went to bed. No female visitors came to share my dreams.
That was sort of a relief.
“That’s a Boston Post cane. The oldest person in the area gets to keep it.” ’5nd I have no doubt he came by it honestly. If Devore’s lawyers put him on the stand, I’ll debone him.”
There was something chilling in John’s gleeful confidence. “I’m sure,” I said. “How did Mattie take getting cut dead by her old friends?” I was thinking of her saying that she hated Tuesday nights, hated to think of the softball games going on as they always had at the field where she had met her late husband. “She did okay,” John said. “I think she’s given most of them up as a lost cause, anyway.” I had my doubts about that—I seem to remember that at twenty-one lost causes are sort of a specialty—but I didn’t say anything. “She’s hanging in. She’s been lonely and scared, I think that in her own mind she might already have begun the process of giving Kyra up, but she’s got her confidence back now. Mostly thanks to meeting you. Talk about your fantastically lucky breaks.” Well, maybe. I flashed on Jo’s. brother Frank once saying to me that he didn’t think there was any such thing as luck, only fate and inspired choices. And then I remembered that image of the TR criss-crossed with invisible cables, connections that were unseen but as strong as steel. “John, I forgot to ask the most important question of all the other day, after I gave my depo. This custody case we’re all so concerned about… has it even been scheduled?”
D-k3 k. Jltm Dk-/IN,O “Good question. I’ve checked three ways to Sunday, and Bissonette has, too. Unless Devore and his people have pulled something really slippery, like filing in another court district, I don’t think it has been.”
“Could they do that? File in another district?”
“Maybe. But probably not without us finding out.”
“So what does it mean?”
“That Devore’s on the verge of giving up,” John said promptly. “As of now I see no other way of explaining it. I’m going back to New York first thing tomorrow, but I’ll stay in touch. If anything comes up here, you do the same.” I said I would and went to bed. No female visitors came to share my dreams.
That was sort of a relief.