Коллекционер
Chapter 2
Leftittochance.
Morephotostoday.Notmany.Isaidithurtmyeyestoomuch.AndIdon’tlikehimalwaysorderingmeabout.He’sterriblyobsequious,wouldIdothis,wouldIobligeby...nohedoesn’tsay"oblige."Butit’sawonderhedoesn’t.
Yououghttogoinforbeautycomps,hesaidwhenhewaswindinguphisfilm.
Thankyou,Isaid.(Thewaywetalkismad,Idon’tseeittillIwriteitdown.HetalksasifI’mfreetogoatanyminute,andI’mthesame.)
Ibetyou’dlooksmashinginawotchermercallit,hesaid.
Ilookedpuzzled.OneofthoseFrenchswimmingthings,hesaid.
Abikini?Iasked.
Ican’tallowtalklikethat,soIstaredcoldlyathim.Isthatwhatyoumean?
Tophotographlike,hesaid,goingred.
Andtheweirdthingis,Iknowhemeansexactlythat.Hedidn’tmeantobenasty,hewasn’thintingatanything,hewasjustbeingclumsy.Asusual.Hemeantliterallywhathesaid.Iwouldbeinterestingtophotographinabikini.
Iusedtothink,itmustbethere.It’sverydeeplysuppressed,butitmustbethere.
ButIdon’tanymore.Idon’tthinkhe’ssuppressinganything.There’snothingtosuppress.
Alovelynight-walk.Thereweregreatreachesofclearsky,nomoon,sprinklesofwarmwhitestarseverywhere,like’milkydiamonds,andabeautifulwind.Fromthewest.Imadehimtakemeroundandround,tenortwelvetimes.Thebranchesrustling,anowlhootinginthewoods.Andtheskyallwild,allfree,allwindandairandspaceandstars.
