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Bag of Bones :: Кинг Стивен
Страница: 97 из 425My heart was beating hard; I could feel it in my neck and wrists as well asmy chest. I wondered if!
could have told Devote to stick my phone number up his ass if I hadn’t had a few million rattling around in the bank myself. The Battle of the Titans, dear, Jo said in her cool voice. And all over a teenage girl in a trailer. She didn’t even have any breasts to speak off I laughed out loud. War of the Titans? Hardly. Some old robber baron from the turn of the century had said, “These days a man with a million dollars thinks he’s rich.” Devore would likely have the same opinion of me, and in the wider scheme of things he would be right. Now the western sky was alight with unnatural, pulsing color. It was the finale.
“What was that all about?” I asked. No answer; only a loon calling across the lake. Protesting all the unaccustomed noise in the sky, as likely as not. I got up, went inside, and put the phone back in its charging cradle, realizing as I did that I was expecting it to ring again, expecting Devore to start spouting movie cliches: If you get in my way 17l and I’m warning you, friend, not to and Let me give you a piece of good advice here you. The phone didn’t ring. I poured the rest of my soda down my gullet, which was understandably dry, and decided to go to bed. At least there hadn’t been any weeping and wailing out there on the deck; Devore had pulled me out of myself. In a weird way, I was grateful to him. I went into the north bedroom, undressed, and lay down.
I thought about the little girl, Kyra, and the mother who could have been her older sister. Devote was pissed at Mattie, that much was clear, and if I was a financial nonentity to the guy, what must she be to him?
And what kind of resources would she have if he had taken against her?
That was a pretty nasty thought, actually, and it was the one I fell asleep on. I got up three hours later to eliminate the can of soda I had unwisely downed before retiring, and as I stood before the bowl, pissing with one eye open, I heard the sobbing again. A child somewhere in the dark, lost and frightened… or perhaps just pretending to be lost and frightened. “Don’t,” I said. I was standing naked before the toilet bowl, my back alive with gooseflesh. “Please don’t start up with this shit, it’s scary.” The crying dwindled as it had before, seeming to diminish like something carried down a tunnel. I went back to bed, turned on my side, and closed my eyes. “It was a dream,” I said. “Just another Manderley dream.” I knew better, but I also knew I was going back to sleep, and right then that seemed like the important thing.
could have told Devote to stick my phone number up his ass if I hadn’t had a few million rattling around in the bank myself. The Battle of the Titans, dear, Jo said in her cool voice. And all over a teenage girl in a trailer. She didn’t even have any breasts to speak off I laughed out loud. War of the Titans? Hardly. Some old robber baron from the turn of the century had said, “These days a man with a million dollars thinks he’s rich.” Devore would likely have the same opinion of me, and in the wider scheme of things he would be right. Now the western sky was alight with unnatural, pulsing color. It was the finale.
“What was that all about?” I asked. No answer; only a loon calling across the lake. Protesting all the unaccustomed noise in the sky, as likely as not. I got up, went inside, and put the phone back in its charging cradle, realizing as I did that I was expecting it to ring again, expecting Devore to start spouting movie cliches: If you get in my way 17l and I’m warning you, friend, not to and Let me give you a piece of good advice here you. The phone didn’t ring. I poured the rest of my soda down my gullet, which was understandably dry, and decided to go to bed. At least there hadn’t been any weeping and wailing out there on the deck; Devore had pulled me out of myself. In a weird way, I was grateful to him. I went into the north bedroom, undressed, and lay down.
I thought about the little girl, Kyra, and the mother who could have been her older sister. Devote was pissed at Mattie, that much was clear, and if I was a financial nonentity to the guy, what must she be to him?
And what kind of resources would she have if he had taken against her?
That was a pretty nasty thought, actually, and it was the one I fell asleep on. I got up three hours later to eliminate the can of soda I had unwisely downed before retiring, and as I stood before the bowl, pissing with one eye open, I heard the sobbing again. A child somewhere in the dark, lost and frightened… or perhaps just pretending to be lost and frightened. “Don’t,” I said. I was standing naked before the toilet bowl, my back alive with gooseflesh. “Please don’t start up with this shit, it’s scary.” The crying dwindled as it had before, seeming to diminish like something carried down a tunnel. I went back to bed, turned on my side, and closed my eyes. “It was a dream,” I said. “Just another Manderley dream.” I knew better, but I also knew I was going back to sleep, and right then that seemed like the important thing.