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Desperation :: Кинг Стивен
Страница: 422 из 422And when he took it out of my pocket, he put this in.”
“Put what in. What is it.”
“It’s an EXCUSED EARLY pass from my school back in Ohio. Last fall I poked it on a nail in a tree and left it there.”
“A tree back in Ohio. Last fall.” She was looking at him thoughtfully, her eyes very large and still. “Lastfall!”
“Yes. So I don’t know where he got it… and I don’t know where he had it. When he was in the powder maga-zine, I made him empty out all his pockets. I was afraid he might have picked up one of the can tahs. He didn’t have it then. He stripped right down to his underwear, and he didn’t have it then.”
“Oh, David,” she said.
He nodded and handed the blue pass over to her. “Steve will know if this is his handwriting,” he said. “I bet you a million dollars it is.”
David—Stay ahead of the mummy IJohn 4/8 Remember!
She read the scrawled message, her lips moving. “I’d bet a million of my own that it’s his, if I had a million,”
she said. “Do you understand the reference, David.”
David took the blue pass. “Of course. First John, chapter four, verse eight. ‘God is love.’”
She looked at him for a long time. “Is he, David. Is he love.”
“Oh, yes,” David said. He folded the pass along its crease. “I guess he’s sort of…
everything.”
Cynthia waved. Mary waved back and gave her a thumbs-up. Steve pulled out and Mary followed him, the Acura’s wheels rolling reluctantly through the first ridge of sand and then picking up speed.
David put his head back against the seat, closed his eyes, and began to pray..
Bangor, Maine November 1, 1994—December 5, 1995
“Put what in. What is it.”
“It’s an EXCUSED EARLY pass from my school back in Ohio. Last fall I poked it on a nail in a tree and left it there.”
“A tree back in Ohio. Last fall.” She was looking at him thoughtfully, her eyes very large and still. “Lastfall!”
“Yes. So I don’t know where he got it… and I don’t know where he had it. When he was in the powder maga-zine, I made him empty out all his pockets. I was afraid he might have picked up one of the can tahs. He didn’t have it then. He stripped right down to his underwear, and he didn’t have it then.”
“Oh, David,” she said.
He nodded and handed the blue pass over to her. “Steve will know if this is his handwriting,” he said. “I bet you a million dollars it is.”
David—Stay ahead of the mummy IJohn 4/8 Remember!
She read the scrawled message, her lips moving. “I’d bet a million of my own that it’s his, if I had a million,”
she said. “Do you understand the reference, David.”
David took the blue pass. “Of course. First John, chapter four, verse eight. ‘God is love.’”
She looked at him for a long time. “Is he, David. Is he love.”
“Oh, yes,” David said. He folded the pass along its crease. “I guess he’s sort of…
everything.”
Cynthia waved. Mary waved back and gave her a thumbs-up. Steve pulled out and Mary followed him, the Acura’s wheels rolling reluctantly through the first ridge of sand and then picking up speed.
David put his head back against the seat, closed his eyes, and began to pray..
Bangor, Maine November 1, 1994—December 5, 1995