Коллекционер
Chapter 2
Becausetheyweretwowomenontheirown.Youwerebeingagent.
C.Beingacharley,morelikeit.(Pathetic,hisattemptsatbeingacynic.)
M.Andnowthey’reinAustraliamakingyourotherrelationsmiserable.
C.Isupposeso.
M.Dotheywriteletters?
C.Yes.NotMabel.
M.Wouldyoureadonetomeoneday?
C.Whatfor?
M.I’dbeinterested.
C.(greatinnerstruggle)Igotonethismorning.I’vegotitonme.(Alotofargy-bargy,butintheendhetooktheletterfromoutofhispocket.)They’restupid.
M.Nevermind.Readitout.Allofit.
Hesatbythedoor,andIknitted,knitted,knitted—Ican’tremembertheletterwordforword,butitwassomethinglikethis:DearFred(that’sthenameshecallsmeby,hesaid,shedoesn’tlikeFerdinand—redwithembarrass-ment).VerypleasedtohaveyoursandasIsaidinmylastit’syourmoney,Godhasbeenverykindtoyouandyoumustn’tflyupinthefaceofhiskindnessandIwishyouhadnottakenthisstep,yourUncleStevesaysproperty’smoretroublethanit’sworth.Inoticeyoudon’tanswermyquestionaboutthewomantoclean.Iknowwhatmenareandjustrememberwhattheysaycleanlinessisnexttogodliness.Ihavenorightandyouhavebeenverygenerous,Fred,UncleSteveandtheboysandGertiecan’tunderstandwhyyoudidn’tcomeherewithus,Gertonlysaidthismorningthatyououghttobehere,yourplaceiswithus,butdon’tthinkIamnotgrateful.
