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Ыоуве Been Warned :: Patterson James
Страница: 46 из 138The shakes are back, and I’m tryingto control them. I don’t want his pity.
“Oh, spare me the waterworks, will you?” he groans. “And don’t try that insipid wink of yours either.”
“What’s happened to you, Dr. Corey?”
“Nothing. Nothing at all.”
“It’s clearly something, because you’re being an incredible jerk.”
“Better than an ungrateful bitch, I imagine.”
That does it!
I spring from the couch and race out of there, but not without a parting shot from the door.
“Fuck you!” I scream.
“Go to hell!” he screams back.
And then, just as I’m shutting the door to his office, “I still want to know what happened to you at the Fálcon Hotel. Kristin? Kristin?”
Chapter 35
IT KEEPS GETTING WORSE.
The dream is even more vivid this morning. Actually, it’s excruciating.
I wake up and smell that same burning smell. It’s awful; I can’t stand it.
The hives are back too. They’re worse than ever, all over my hands, my arms, my face. I strip off my T-shirt, and there are red blotches on my chest and stomach, my legs, everywhere. I want to scratch my skin off.
And the music – that damn music – it’s back inside my head.
The only saving grace? It’s Sunday – I’m supposed to spend the day with Michael.
The phone rings at a few minutes after eight. The caller ID tells me it’s him. I bet he uses the line about the phone sex wake-up call.
“Hello?”
“Hi,” says Michael.
It’s only one little word, one meager syllable, and yet I realize right away from how he says it. Something’s wrong. Something else.
“I’m not going to like this, am I?”
“It’s fucking Penley,” he says. “When I told her about not going to her parents’, she went ballistic. She’s still in orbit. Sean is calling her Penley Neutron. You know, like -”
“Yeah, I know, the cartoon.” And his favorite socks, remember?
I feel like a fool standing in little else besides my socks, scratching red patches all over my body.
“You explained it was a work emergency, right, Michael?”
“Yes. But she didn’t want to hear it, especially since that was the reason I didn’t make the trip to Connecticut last time.”
“She really cares that much if you go?”
“Christ, I don’t know. She kept saying how much I’d be disappointing her parents.”
“That’s it, isn’t it? This is about her father.
“Oh, spare me the waterworks, will you?” he groans. “And don’t try that insipid wink of yours either.”
“What’s happened to you, Dr. Corey?”
“Nothing. Nothing at all.”
“It’s clearly something, because you’re being an incredible jerk.”
“Better than an ungrateful bitch, I imagine.”
That does it!
I spring from the couch and race out of there, but not without a parting shot from the door.
“Fuck you!” I scream.
“Go to hell!” he screams back.
And then, just as I’m shutting the door to his office, “I still want to know what happened to you at the Fálcon Hotel. Kristin? Kristin?”
Chapter 35
IT KEEPS GETTING WORSE.
The dream is even more vivid this morning. Actually, it’s excruciating.
I wake up and smell that same burning smell. It’s awful; I can’t stand it.
The hives are back too. They’re worse than ever, all over my hands, my arms, my face. I strip off my T-shirt, and there are red blotches on my chest and stomach, my legs, everywhere. I want to scratch my skin off.
And the music – that damn music – it’s back inside my head.
The only saving grace? It’s Sunday – I’m supposed to spend the day with Michael.
The phone rings at a few minutes after eight. The caller ID tells me it’s him. I bet he uses the line about the phone sex wake-up call.
“Hello?”
“Hi,” says Michael.
It’s only one little word, one meager syllable, and yet I realize right away from how he says it. Something’s wrong. Something else.
“I’m not going to like this, am I?”
“It’s fucking Penley,” he says. “When I told her about not going to her parents’, she went ballistic. She’s still in orbit. Sean is calling her Penley Neutron. You know, like -”
“Yeah, I know, the cartoon.” And his favorite socks, remember?
I feel like a fool standing in little else besides my socks, scratching red patches all over my body.
“You explained it was a work emergency, right, Michael?”
“Yes. But she didn’t want to hear it, especially since that was the reason I didn’t make the trip to Connecticut last time.”
“She really cares that much if you go?”
“Christ, I don’t know. She kept saying how much I’d be disappointing her parents.”
“That’s it, isn’t it? This is about her father.