Коллекционер
Chapter 2
Marianneisme;EleanorismeasIoughttobe.
Whathappensifhehasacrash?Astroke.Anything.
Idie.
Icouldn’tgetout.AllIdidthedaybeforeyesterdaywastoproveit.
November6th
It’safternoon.Nolunch.
Anotherescape.Sonearly,itseemedatonepoint.Butitneverwas.He’sadevil.
Itriedtheappendicitistrick.Ithoughtofitweeksago.I’vealwaysthoughtofitasasortoflastresort.SomethingImustnotbunglethroughunpreparedness.Ididn’twriteaboutithere,incasehefoundthis.
Irubbedtalcintomyface.ThenwhenheknockedonthedoorthismorningIswallowedawholelotofsaved-upsaltandwaterandpressedmytongueandthetimingwasperfect,hecameinandsawmebeingsick.Iputonatremendousact.Lyingonthebedwithmyhairinamessandholdingmytummy.Stillinmypyjamasanddressing-gown.Groaningalittle,asifIwasbeingterriblybrave.Allthetimehestoodandsaid,what’swrong,what’swrong?Andwehadasortofdesperatebrokenconversation,Calibantryingtogetoutoftakingmetohospital,Iinsistingthathemust.Andthensuddenlyheseemedtogiveway.Hemutteredsomethingaboutitbeing"theend"andrushedout.
Iheardtheirondoorgo(Iwasstillstaringatthewall)butnobolts.Thentheouterdoor.Andtherewassilence.Itwasweird.Sosudden,socomplete.Ithadworked.Ipulledonsomesocksandshoesandrantotheirondoor.Ithadsprungbackaninchortwo—wasopen.Ithoughtitmightbeallatrap.
