Бойцовский клуб
Chapter 8
Idon’tanswer. Icountinmyhead:fivesyllables,seven,five.
Atigercansmile
Asnakewillsayitlovesyou
Liesmakeusevil
Marlasays, "Whatareyoucooking?"
IamJoe’sBoilingPoint.
Isay,go,justgo,justgetout. Okay?Don’tyouhaveabigenoughchunkofmylife,yet?
Marlagrabsmysleeveandholdsmeinoneplaceforthesecondittakestokissmycheek. "Pleasecallme,"shesays. "Please. Weneedtotalk."
Isay,yeah,yeah,yeah,yeah,yeah.
ThemomentMarlaisoutthedoor,Tylerappearsbackintheroom.
Fastasamagictrick. Myparentsdidthismagicactforfiveyears.
IboilandskimwhileTylermakesroominthefridge. Steamlayerstheairandwaterdripsfromthekitchenceiling. Theforty-wattbulbhiddeninthebackofthefridge,somethingbrightIcan’tseebehindtheemptyketchupbottlesandjarsofpicklebrineormayonnaise,sometinylightfrominsidethefridgeedgesTyler’sprofilebright.
Boilandskim. Boilandskim. Puttheskimmedtallowintomilkcartonswiththetopsopenedalltheway.
