Коллекционер
Chapter 1
However,whenIwentdowninthemorning,Iknockedandwaitedasusualbeforegoingin,butwhenIdidIwasverysurprisedshewasstillinbed,she’dbeenasleepwithherclothesonjustunderthetopblanketandforamomentshedidn’tseemtoknowwhereshewasandwhoIwas,Ijuststoodtherewaitingforhertoflyatme,butshejustsatupontheedgeofthebedandrestedherarmsonherkneesandherheadonherhands,likeitwasallanightmareandshecouldn’tbeartowakeup.
Shecoughed.Itsoundedabitchesty.Shelookedarealmess.
SoIdecidednottosayanythingthen,andwentandgotherbreakfast.ShedrankthecoffeewhenIbroughtitandatethecereal,thenoeatingwasoff,andthenshejustwentbacktothesameposition,herheadonherhands.Iknewhergame,itwastotryandgetmypity.ShelookedproperlybeatenbutIconsideritwasallaposetomakemefallonmykneesandbegforforgivenessorsomethingdaft.
DoyouwantsomeColdrex,Iasked.Iknewshehadthecoldallright.
Well,shenodded,herheadstillinherhands,soIwentandgotthemandwhenIcamebackshehadn’tchangedherposition.Youcouldseeitwasabigact.Likeasulk.SoIthought,well,lethersulkaway.Icanwait.Iaskedifshewantedanything,sheshookherhead,soIlefther.
Thatlunch-timeshewasinbedwhenIwentdown.Shejustlookedoverthebedclothesatme,shesaidshewantedjustsomesoupandtea,whichIbrought,andleft.Itwasmoreorlessthesameatsupper.
