Коллекционер
Chapter 2
Itmakesmewanttobesick.
C.Sheneverhadanyrealeducation.
M.It’snottheEnglish.It’shernastymind.
C.Shetookmein.
M.Shecertainlydid.Shetookyouin,andshe’sgoneontakingyouin.She’smadeanabsolutefooloutofyou.
C.Thankyouverymuch.
M.Well,shehas!
C.Oh,you’reright.Asperusual.
M.Don’tsaythat!(Iputdownmyknittingandclosedmyeyes.)
C.Sheneverbossedmeabouthalfasmuchasyoudo.
M.Idon’tbossyou.Itrytoteachyou.
C.Youteachmetodespiseherandthinklikeyou,andsoonyou’llleavemeandI’llhavenooneatall.
M.Nowyou’repityingyourself.
C.It’stheonethingyoudon’tunderstand.Youonlygottowalkintoaroom,peoplelikeyou,andyoucantalkwithanyone,youunderstandthings,butwhen...
M.Doshutup.You’reuglyenoughwithoutstartingtowhine.
Ipickedupmyknittingandputitaway.WhenIlookedroundhewasstandingtherewithhismouthopen,tryingtosaysomething.AndIknewI’dhurthim,Iknowhedeservestobehurt,butthereitis.I’vehurthim.Helookedsoglum.AndIrememberedhe’dletmegooutinthegarden.Ifeltmean.
IwenttohimandsaidIwassorryandheldoutmyhand,buthewouldn’ttakeit.Itwasqueer,hereallyhadasortofdignity,hewasreallyhurt(perhapsthatwasit)andshowingit.SoItookhisarmandmadehimsitdownagain,andIsaid,I’mgoingtotellyouafairystory.
