40 k
2003-10-11
Читать главуCHAPTER FOURTEEN
Писатель: Варли, Джон
Глава в томе: Холодный пляж (engl)
Случайный абзац
"Walter, I really don't want to hear about it." "Hildy, be reasonable, there's no one else who-" "This conversation got off on the wrong foot, Walter. Some way, you always manage to do that with me. I guess that's why I didn't come right up to you and say it, and that was a mistake, I see it now, so I'm going to—" He held up his hand, and once more I fell for it. "The reason I came," he said, looking down at the ground, then glancing up at me like a guilty child, " . . . well, I wanted to bring you this." He held out my fedora, more battered than ever from being stuffed into his back pocket. I hesitated, then took it from him. He had a sort of half smile on his face, and if there had been one gram of gloating in it I'd have hurled the damn thing right in his face. But there wasn't. What I saw was some hope, some worry, and, this being Walter, a certain gruff-but-almost-lovable diffidence. It must have been hard for him, doing this.
Координаты: 0 год; 0 кубика адреналина. Индекс удобочитаемости Флеша — 190, для младшеклассников.