Женщины

Chapter 46

           Shetookthepaintingsoutandstartedtearingthem.Shethrewthepiecesintheairandwhentheyfelltothegroundshestompedonthem.Shewaswearinghercowgirlboots.

           Thenshetookmybooksoutoftheshoppingbagsandstartedthrowingthemaround,outintothestreet,outonthelawn,everywhere.

           "Hereareyourpaintings!Hereareyourbooks!ANDDON’TTELLMEABOUTYOURWOMEN!DON’TTELLMEABOUTYOURWOMEN!"

           ThenLydiarandowntomycourtwithabookinherhand,mylatest,TheSelectedWorksofHenryChinaski.Shescreamed,"Soyouwantyourbooksback?Soyouwantyourbooksback?Hereareyourgoddamnedbooks!ANDDON’TTELLMEABOUTYOURWOMEN!"

           Shestartedsmashingtheglasspanesinmyfrontdoor.ShetookTheSelectedWorksofHenryChinaskiandsmashedpaneafterpane,screaming,"Youwantyourbooksback?Hereareyourgoddamnedbooks!ANDDON’TTELLMEABOUTYOURWOMEN!IDON’TWANTTOHEARABOUTYOURWOMEN!"

           Istoodthereasshescreamedandbrokeglass.

           Wherearethepolice?Ithought.Where?

           ThenLydiarandownthecourtwalk,tookaquickleftatthetrashbinandrandownthedrivewayoftheapartmenthousenextdoor.Behindasmallbushwasmytypewriter,myradioandmytoaster.

           Lydiapickedupthetypewriterandranoutintothecenterofthestreetwithit.Itwasaheavyold-fashionedstandardmachine.Lydialiftedthetyperhighoverherheadwithbothhandsandsmasheditinthestreet.Theplatenandseveralotherpartsflewoff

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