Бойцовский клуб
Chapter 7
What’sworseisthisisallmyfault. AfterIwenttosleeplastnight,Tylertellsmehecamehomefromhisshiftasabanquetwaiter,andMarlacalledagainfromtheRegentHotel. Thiswasit,Marlasaid. Thetunnel,thelightleadingherdownthetunnel. Thedeathexperiencewassocool,Marlawantedmetohearherdescribeitassheliftedoutofherbodyandfloatedup.
Marladidn’tknowifherspiritcouldusethetelephone,butshewantedsomeonetoatleasthearherlastbreath.
No,butno,Tyleranswersthephoneandmisunderstandsthewholesituation.
They’venevermetsoTylerthinksit’sabadthingthatMarlaisabouttodie.
It’snothingofthekind.
ThisisnoneofTyler’sbusiness,butTylercallsthepoliceandTylerracesovertotheRegentHotel.
Now,accordingtotheancientChinesecustomwealllearnedfromtelevision,TylerisresponsibleforMarla,forever,becauseTylersavedMarla’slife.
IfIhadonlywastedacoupleofminutesandgoneovertowatchMarladie,thennoneofthiswouldhavehappened.
TylertellsmehowMarlalivesinroom8G,onthetopflooroftheRegentHotel,upeightflightsofstairsanddownanoisyhallwaywithcannedtelevisionlaughtercomingthroughthedoors. Everycouplesecondsanactressscreamsoractorsdiescreaminginarattleofbullets. Tylergetstotheendofthehallwayandevenbeforeheknocksathin,thin,buttermilksallowarmslingshotsoutthedoorofroom8G,grabshiswrist,andyanksTylerinside.
