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Desperation :: Кинг Стивен
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“We never saw anything,” Cynthia said.
“No. Not really.” He opened the Magna-Cube, took out the key inside, gave it to Mary.
“Why don’t you try the engine.”
“In a sec. What are the authorities going to think about what they do find. All the dead people and dead animals. And what will they say. What will they give out.”
Steve said: “There are people who believe a flying saucer crashed not too far from here, back in the forties. — Did you know that.”
She shook her head.
“In Roswell, New Mexico. According to the story, there were even survivors. Astronauts from another 2 world. I don’t know if any of it’s true, but it might be. The evidence suggests that something pretty outrageous hap-pened in Roswell. The government covered it up, what—L ever it was. The same way they’ll cover this up.”
Cynthia punched his arm. “Pretty paranoid, cookie.” He shrugged. “As to what they’ll think… poison gas, maybe. Some weird shit that belched out of a pocket in the earth and made people crazy. And that’s not so far wrong, is it. Really.”
“No,” Mary said. “I think the most important thing is that we all tell the same story, just the way that David out-lined it.”
Cynthia shrugged, and a ghost of her old pert who-gives-a-shit look came over her face.
“Like if we break down and tell them what really happened they’re going to believe us, right.”
“Maybe they wouldn’t,” Steve said, “but if it’s all the same to you, I’d rather not spend the next six weeks taking polygraph tests and looking at inkblots when I could spend them looking at your exotic and mysterious face.”
She punched his arm again. A little harder this time She caught David watching this byplay and nodded to him. “You think I got a mysterious and exotic face.”
David turned away, studied the mountains to the north. Mary went around to the driver’s door of the Acura and opebed it, reminding herself she’d have to pull the seat up before she could drive-Peter had been a foot taller than she. The glovebox was open from when she’d been pawing around in it for the registration, but surely a bulb as small as the one in there couldn’t draw more than a trickle of juice, could it. Well, it wasn’t exactly life and death in any—“Oh my Lord,”
Steve said in a soft, strengthless voice.
“Oh my dear Lord, look.”
She turned. On the horizon, looking small at this dis-tance, was the north face of the China Pit embankment.
“We never saw anything,” Cynthia said.
“No. Not really.” He opened the Magna-Cube, took out the key inside, gave it to Mary.
“Why don’t you try the engine.”
“In a sec. What are the authorities going to think about what they do find. All the dead people and dead animals. And what will they say. What will they give out.”
Steve said: “There are people who believe a flying saucer crashed not too far from here, back in the forties. — Did you know that.”
She shook her head.
“In Roswell, New Mexico. According to the story, there were even survivors. Astronauts from another 2 world. I don’t know if any of it’s true, but it might be. The evidence suggests that something pretty outrageous hap-pened in Roswell. The government covered it up, what—L ever it was. The same way they’ll cover this up.”
Cynthia punched his arm. “Pretty paranoid, cookie.” He shrugged. “As to what they’ll think… poison gas, maybe. Some weird shit that belched out of a pocket in the earth and made people crazy. And that’s not so far wrong, is it. Really.”
“No,” Mary said. “I think the most important thing is that we all tell the same story, just the way that David out-lined it.”
Cynthia shrugged, and a ghost of her old pert who-gives-a-shit look came over her face.
“Like if we break down and tell them what really happened they’re going to believe us, right.”
“Maybe they wouldn’t,” Steve said, “but if it’s all the same to you, I’d rather not spend the next six weeks taking polygraph tests and looking at inkblots when I could spend them looking at your exotic and mysterious face.”
She punched his arm again. A little harder this time She caught David watching this byplay and nodded to him. “You think I got a mysterious and exotic face.”
David turned away, studied the mountains to the north. Mary went around to the driver’s door of the Acura and opebed it, reminding herself she’d have to pull the seat up before she could drive-Peter had been a foot taller than she. The glovebox was open from when she’d been pawing around in it for the registration, but surely a bulb as small as the one in there couldn’t draw more than a trickle of juice, could it. Well, it wasn’t exactly life and death in any—“Oh my Lord,”
Steve said in a soft, strengthless voice.
“Oh my dear Lord, look.”
She turned. On the horizon, looking small at this dis-tance, was the north face of the China Pit embankment.