Коллекционер
Chapter 1
Well,shejustwentonreading,wouldn’tanswer,Inearlysnatchedthebookawaytoteachherthen,butIkeptcontrol.Halfanhourlater,afterIhadmyownsupper,Iwentbackandshehadn’teatenandwhenIcommentedonthatshehadn’t,shesaid,"Ifeelsick.IthinkI’vegottheflu."
However,shewasstupidenoughtosaynext,"WhatwouldyoudoifIneededadoctor?"
Waitandsee,Ianswered.
"IthurtssowhenIcough."
It’sonlyacold,Isaid.
"It’snotacold."Shereallyshoutedatme.
Ofcourseit’sacold,Isaid.Andstopacting.Iknowyourgame.
"Iamnotacting."
Oh,no.Youneveractedinyourlife,Isaid.Ofcoursenot.
"Oh,Godyou’renotaman,ifonlyyouwereaman."
Saythatagain,Isaid.Ihadhadsomemorechampagnewithmysupper,therewasashopIfoundinLeweswithhalf-bottles,soIwasnotinthemoodforhersilliness.
"Isaidyouarenotaman."
Allright,Isaid.Getoutofbed.Goon,getup.FromnowonIgivetheorders.
Ihadhadenough,mostmenwouldhavehaditlongbefore.Iwentandpulledthebedclothesoffherandgotholdofherarmtopullherupandshestartedtofight,scratchingatmyface.
Isaid,allright,I’mgoingtoteachyoualesson.
IhadthecordsinmypocketandafterabitofastruggleIgotthemonherandthenthegag,itwasherownfaultiftheyweretight,IgotheronashortropetiedtothebedandthenIwentandfetchedthecameraandflashequipment.
