Коллекционер
Chapter 2
Hesaidthenextday,thereweresomepeopletherethatevening.
Heseemedgladtoseeme.IwastryingtolookasifIhadn’ttriedtolookpretty.Ihad.
AndItoldhimallaboutFranceandSpainandtheGoyasandAlbiandeverythingelse.Piers.Andhelistened,hewouldn’treallysaywhathehadbeendoing,butlaterheshowedmesomeofthethingshe’ddoneintheHebrides.AndIfeltashamed.Becausewe’dnoneofusdonemuch,we’dbeentoobusylyinginthesun(Imeantoolazy)andlookingatgreatpicturestodomuchdrawingoranything.
Isaid(havinggushedforatleastanhour)I’mtalkingtoomuch.
Hesaid,Idon’tmind.
Hewasgettingtherustoffanoldironwheelwithsomeacid.He’dseenitinajunk-shopinEdinburgh,andbroughtitallthewaydown.Ithadstrangeobtuseteeth,hethoughtitwaspartofanoldchurchclock.Veryeleganttaperedspoke-arms.Itwasbeautiful.
Wedidn’tsayanythingforawhile,Iwasleaningbesidehimagainsthisbenchwatchinghimcleanofftherust.Thenhesaid,I’vemissedyou.
Isaid,youcan’thave.
Hesaid,you’vedisturbedme.
Isaid(knighttocoverhispawn),haveyouseenAntoinette?
Hesaid,no.IthoughtItoldyouIgavehertheboot.Helookedsideways.Hislizardlook.Stillshocked?Ishookmyhead.
Forgiven?
Isaid,therewasnothingtoforgive.
Hesaid,IkeptonthinkingaboutyouintheHebrides.Iwantedtoshowyouthings.
Isaid,IwishedyouwerewithusinSpain.
Hewasbusyemery-paperingbetweentheteeth.
