Бойцовский клуб
Chapter 8
Whereevenifsomeonelovesyouenoughtosaveyourlife,theystillcastrateyou. "MarlalooksatmeasifI’mtheonehumpingherandsays,"Ican’twinwithyou,canI?"
Marlagoesoutthebackdoorsingingthatcreepy"ValleyoftheDolls"song.
Ijuststareathergoing.
There’sone,two,threemomentsofsilenceuntilallofMarlaisgonefromtheroom.
Iturnaround,andTyler’sappeared.
Tylersays, "Didyougetridofher?"
Notasound,notasmell,Tyler’sjustappeared.
"First,"Tylersaysandjumpsfromthekitchendoorwaytodigginginthefreezer. "First,weneedtorendersomefat."
Aboutmyboss,Tylertellsme,ifI’mreallyangryIshouldgotothepostofficeandfilloutachange-of-addresscardandhaveallhismailforwardedtoRugby,NorthDakota.
Tylerstartspullingoutsandwichbagsoffrozenwhitestuffanddroppingtheminthesink. Me,I’msupposedtoputabigpanonthestoveandfillitmostofthewaywithwater. Toolittlewater,andthefatwilldarkenasitseparatesintotallow.
"Thisfat,"Tylersays,"ithasalotofsaltsothemorewater,thebetter."
Putthefatinthewater,andgetthewaterboiling.
