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Bag of Bones :: Кинг Стивен
Страница: 395 из 425He looks at the skinny redhead and the onewho keeps squinching his eye up and tossing his head and tells them to watch the path, he’s going to take his turn now that she’s broke in. He unbuckles his belt, he unbuttons his flies, he pushes down his underwear—dirty black at the knees and dirty yellow at the crotch-and as he drops a knee on either side of her she sees that ole massa’ s little massa is just as floppy as a snake with its neck broke and bejre she can stop it, that raucous laugh bursts all unexpected from her again—even lying here covered with the hot jelly spend of her rapists, she can’t help but see the funny side. “Shut up/” Devore growls at her, and smashes the heel of one hard hand across her face, breaking her cheekbone and her nose. “Shut up that howling/”
“Reckon it might get stif-/br if it was one of your boys layin here with his rosy red ass stuck up in the air, sugar?” she asks, and then, For the last time, Sara laughs.
49o Devore draws his hand back to hit her again, his naked loins lying against her naked loins, his penis a flaccid worm between them. But here he can bring the hand down a child’s voice cries, “Ma/What they doin to you, Ma? Git off my mama, you bastards/” She sits up in spite of Devore’s weight, her laughter dying, her wide eyes searching Kito out and finding him, a slim young boy of eight standing on The Street, dressed in overalls and a straw hat and brand-new canvas shoes, carrying a tin bucket in one hand. His lips are blue with juice. His eyes are wide with confusion and fright. “Run, Kito!” she screams. “Run away h—”
Red fire explodes in her head,’ she swoons back into the bushes, hearing ole massa from a great distance: “Get him. Dassn’t let him ramble, now.”
Then she’s going down a long dark slope, she’s lost in a Ghost House corridor that leads only deeper and deeper into its own convoluted bowels,’ from that deep falling place she hears him, she hears, her darling one, he is screaming. I heard him screaming as I knelt by the gray rock with my carry-bag beside me and no idea how I’d gotten to where I was—I certainly had no memory of walking here. I was crying in shock and horror and pity. Was she crazy? Well, no wonder. No fucking wonder. The rain was steady but no longer apocalyptic. I stared at my fishy-white hands on the gray rock for a few seconds, then looked around. Devore and the others were gone. The ripe and gassy stench of decay filled my nose—it was like a physical assault.
“Reckon it might get stif-/br if it was one of your boys layin here with his rosy red ass stuck up in the air, sugar?” she asks, and then, For the last time, Sara laughs.
49o Devore draws his hand back to hit her again, his naked loins lying against her naked loins, his penis a flaccid worm between them. But here he can bring the hand down a child’s voice cries, “Ma/What they doin to you, Ma? Git off my mama, you bastards/” She sits up in spite of Devore’s weight, her laughter dying, her wide eyes searching Kito out and finding him, a slim young boy of eight standing on The Street, dressed in overalls and a straw hat and brand-new canvas shoes, carrying a tin bucket in one hand. His lips are blue with juice. His eyes are wide with confusion and fright. “Run, Kito!” she screams. “Run away h—”
Red fire explodes in her head,’ she swoons back into the bushes, hearing ole massa from a great distance: “Get him. Dassn’t let him ramble, now.”
Then she’s going down a long dark slope, she’s lost in a Ghost House corridor that leads only deeper and deeper into its own convoluted bowels,’ from that deep falling place she hears him, she hears, her darling one, he is screaming. I heard him screaming as I knelt by the gray rock with my carry-bag beside me and no idea how I’d gotten to where I was—I certainly had no memory of walking here. I was crying in shock and horror and pity. Was she crazy? Well, no wonder. No fucking wonder. The rain was steady but no longer apocalyptic. I stared at my fishy-white hands on the gray rock for a few seconds, then looked around. Devore and the others were gone. The ripe and gassy stench of decay filled my nose—it was like a physical assault.