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Desperation :: Кинг Стивен
Страница: 417 из 422“Don’t worry, you don’t look a day over eighty-nine Steve said, and smiled when she made asif to pop him one. “Do you really want to try making Austin in that little car. What if it gets stuck in the sand.”
“One thing at a time. We’re not even sure it’ll start, are we, David.”
“No,”’david said in a kind of sigh. He was going away from her again, Mary could feel it, but she didn’t know what to do about it. He stood with his head bent, looking at the Acura’ s grille as if all the secrets of life and death were there, the emotion draining out of his face again, leaving it distant and thoughtful. One hand was wrapped loosely around the gray metal Magna—Cube with the spare key in it.
“If it does start, we’ll caravan,” she told Steve. “Me behind you. If I get stuck, we’ll hop into the truck. I don’t think we will, though. It isn’t such a bad car, actually. If my goddamned sister-in-law just hadn’t used it as a dope—stash…” Her voice trembled and she closed her lips tightly.
“I don’t think we’ll have to go far to get in the clear,” David said without looking up from the Acura’s grille. ‘Thirty miles. Forty. Then open road.”
Mary smiled at him. “I hope you’re right.”
“There’s a slightly more important question,” Cynthia said. “What are we going to tell the police about all this. The real police, I mean.”
No one said anything for a moment. Then David, still looking at the grille of the Acura, said: “The front part. Let them figure out the rest for themselves.”
“I don’t get you,” Mary said. She actually thought she did, but wanted to keep him talking. Wanted him out here with the rest of them mentally as well as physically.
“I’ll tell about how we had flat tires and the bad cop took us back to town. How he got us to go with him by saying there was a guy out in the desert with a rifle. Mary, you tell about how he stopped you and Peter. Steve, you tell about how you were looking for Johnny and Johnny phoned you. I’ll say how we escaped after he took my mother away.
How we went to the theater. How we called you on the phone, Steve. Then you can tell how you came to the theater, too. And that’s where we were all night. In the theater.”
“We never went up to the pit at all,” Steve mused. Testing it. Tasting it.
David nodded. The bruises on his throat glared in the strengthening sun. Already the day was beginning to grow hot. “Right,” he said.
“And-sorry, David, I have to-your dad. What about him.”
“Went looking for my mom. He wanted me tos—y with you guys in the theater, so I did.
“One thing at a time. We’re not even sure it’ll start, are we, David.”
“No,”’david said in a kind of sigh. He was going away from her again, Mary could feel it, but she didn’t know what to do about it. He stood with his head bent, looking at the Acura’ s grille as if all the secrets of life and death were there, the emotion draining out of his face again, leaving it distant and thoughtful. One hand was wrapped loosely around the gray metal Magna—Cube with the spare key in it.
“If it does start, we’ll caravan,” she told Steve. “Me behind you. If I get stuck, we’ll hop into the truck. I don’t think we will, though. It isn’t such a bad car, actually. If my goddamned sister-in-law just hadn’t used it as a dope—stash…” Her voice trembled and she closed her lips tightly.
“I don’t think we’ll have to go far to get in the clear,” David said without looking up from the Acura’s grille. ‘Thirty miles. Forty. Then open road.”
Mary smiled at him. “I hope you’re right.”
“There’s a slightly more important question,” Cynthia said. “What are we going to tell the police about all this. The real police, I mean.”
No one said anything for a moment. Then David, still looking at the grille of the Acura, said: “The front part. Let them figure out the rest for themselves.”
“I don’t get you,” Mary said. She actually thought she did, but wanted to keep him talking. Wanted him out here with the rest of them mentally as well as physically.
“I’ll tell about how we had flat tires and the bad cop took us back to town. How he got us to go with him by saying there was a guy out in the desert with a rifle. Mary, you tell about how he stopped you and Peter. Steve, you tell about how you were looking for Johnny and Johnny phoned you. I’ll say how we escaped after he took my mother away.
How we went to the theater. How we called you on the phone, Steve. Then you can tell how you came to the theater, too. And that’s where we were all night. In the theater.”
“We never went up to the pit at all,” Steve mused. Testing it. Tasting it.
David nodded. The bruises on his throat glared in the strengthening sun. Already the day was beginning to grow hot. “Right,” he said.
“And-sorry, David, I have to-your dad. What about him.”
“Went looking for my mom. He wanted me tos—y with you guys in the theater, so I did.