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Desperation :: Кинг Стивен
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“I told you, Idon’t know. But that doesn’t look, you know, real encouraging.” He pointed into the mirror out-side the driver’s window.
Ellie bent, planting her hands just above her knees and watching with Ralph as the cop dumped the meshy thing into the passenger seat, then backed around to the driver’s side with his gun now held up in both hands. Later it would occur to Ralph just how carefully crafted this little silent movie had been.
Kirstie came up behind ‘her mother and began to bop Melissa Sweetheart softly against her mother’s stuck-out bottom. “Butt, butt, butt, butt,” she sang. “We love a great big motherbutt.”
“Don’t, Kirstie.”
Ordinarily Kirstie would have needed two or three requests to cease and desist, but something in her mother’s voice this time caused her to stop at once. She looked at her brother, who was staring as intently into his mirror as the grownups were into Daddy’s. She went over to him and tried to get in his lap. David set her back on her feet gently but firmly. “Not now, Pie.”
“But what is it. What’s the big deal.”
“Nothing, no big deal,” David said, never taking his eyes off the mirror.
The cop got into his cruiser and drove up the road to the Wayfarer. He got out again, his gun still out but now held along his leg with the muzzle pointed at the road. He looked right and left again, then walked over to Ralph’s window. The driver’s position in the Wayfarer was much higher than a car’s seat would have been, but the cop was so tall—six-seven, at least—that he was still able to look down on Ralph as he sat behind the wheel in his captain’s chair.
The cop made a cranking gesture with his empty hand. Ralph rolled his window halfway down. “What’s the trouble, Officer.”
“How many are you.” the cop asked.
“What’s wr—”
“Sir, how many are you.”
“Four,” Ralph said, beginning to feel really frightened now. “My wife, my two kids, me.
We have a couple of flats—”
“No, sir, all your tires are flat. You ran over a piece of highway carpet.”
“I don’t—”
“It’s a strip of mesh embedded with hundreds of short nails,” the cop said. “We use it to stop speeders whenever we can—it beats the hell out of hot pursuit.”
“What was a thing like that doing in the road.” Ellie asked indignantly.
The cop said, “I’m going to open the rear door of my car, the one closest to your RV.
“I told you, Idon’t know. But that doesn’t look, you know, real encouraging.” He pointed into the mirror out-side the driver’s window.
Ellie bent, planting her hands just above her knees and watching with Ralph as the cop dumped the meshy thing into the passenger seat, then backed around to the driver’s side with his gun now held up in both hands. Later it would occur to Ralph just how carefully crafted this little silent movie had been.
Kirstie came up behind ‘her mother and began to bop Melissa Sweetheart softly against her mother’s stuck-out bottom. “Butt, butt, butt, butt,” she sang. “We love a great big motherbutt.”
“Don’t, Kirstie.”
Ordinarily Kirstie would have needed two or three requests to cease and desist, but something in her mother’s voice this time caused her to stop at once. She looked at her brother, who was staring as intently into his mirror as the grownups were into Daddy’s. She went over to him and tried to get in his lap. David set her back on her feet gently but firmly. “Not now, Pie.”
“But what is it. What’s the big deal.”
“Nothing, no big deal,” David said, never taking his eyes off the mirror.
The cop got into his cruiser and drove up the road to the Wayfarer. He got out again, his gun still out but now held along his leg with the muzzle pointed at the road. He looked right and left again, then walked over to Ralph’s window. The driver’s position in the Wayfarer was much higher than a car’s seat would have been, but the cop was so tall—six-seven, at least—that he was still able to look down on Ralph as he sat behind the wheel in his captain’s chair.
The cop made a cranking gesture with his empty hand. Ralph rolled his window halfway down. “What’s the trouble, Officer.”
“How many are you.” the cop asked.
“What’s wr—”
“Sir, how many are you.”
“Four,” Ralph said, beginning to feel really frightened now. “My wife, my two kids, me.
We have a couple of flats—”
“No, sir, all your tires are flat. You ran over a piece of highway carpet.”
“I don’t—”
“It’s a strip of mesh embedded with hundreds of short nails,” the cop said. “We use it to stop speeders whenever we can—it beats the hell out of hot pursuit.”
“What was a thing like that doing in the road.” Ellie asked indignantly.
The cop said, “I’m going to open the rear door of my car, the one closest to your RV.