Бойцовский клуб
Chapter 17
Inthekitchenarebottlesof80-proofvodkatomakethetranslucentrosegeranium andbrownsugarsoapandthepatchoulisoap, andIstealabottleofvodkaandspendmypersonalburialmoneyoncigarettes. Marlashowsup.Wetalkabouttheplants. MarlaandIwalkonrakedgravelpathsthroughthekaleidoscopegreenpatternsofthegarden,drinkingandsmoking. Wetalkaboutherbreasts.WetalkabouteverythingexceptTylerDurden.
Andonedayit’sinthenewspaperhowateamofmenwearingblack hadstormedthroughabetterneighborhoodandaluxurycardealership slammingbaseballbatsagainstthefrontbumpersofcars sotheairbagsinsidewouldexplodeinapowderymesswiththeircaralarmsscreaming.
AtthePaperStreetSoapCompany,otherteamspickthepetalsfromrosesoranemonesandlavender andpacktheflowersintoboxeswithacakeofpuretallow thatwillabsorbtheirscentformakingsoapwithaflowersmell.
Marlatellsmeabouttheplants.
Therose,Marlatellsme,isanaturalastringent.
Someoftheplantshaveobituarynames:Iris,Basil,Rue,Rosemary,andVerbena. Some,likemeadowsweetandcowslips,sweetflagandspikenard,arelikethenamesofShakespearefairies. Deertonguewithitssweetvanillasmell. Witchhazel,anothernaturalastringent. Orrisroot,thewildSpanishiris.
Everynight,MarlaandIwalkinthegardenuntilI’msurethatTyler’snotcominghomethatnight.
