Бойцовский клуб
Chapter 8
Withachairpulleduptotheopenfridge,Tylerwatchesthetallowcool. Intheheatofthekitchen,cloudsofcoldfogwaterfalloutfromthebottomofthefridgeandpoolaroundTyler’sfeet.
AsIfillthemilkcartonswithtallow,Tylerputstheminthefridge.
IgotokneelbesideTylerinfrontofthefridge,andTylertakesmyhandsandshowsthemtome. Thelifeline. Theloveline. ThemoundsofVenusandMars. Thecoldfogpoolingaroundus,thedimbrightlightonourfaces.
"Ineedyoutodomeanotherfavor,"Tylersays.
ThisisaboutMarlaisn’tit?
"Don’tevertalktoheraboutme. Don’ttalkaboutmebehindmyback. Doyoupromise?"Tylersays.
Ipromise.
Tylersays, "Ifyouevermentionmetoher,you’llneverseemeagain."
Ipromise.
"Promise?"
Ipromise.
Tylersays, "Nowremember,thatwasthreetimesthatyoupromised."
Alayerofsomethingthickandcleariscollectingontopofthetallowinthefridge.
Thetallow,Isay,it’sseparating."
