Коллекционер
Chapter 1
Isaid,don’tbealarmed,I’mnotgoingtohurtyou.Sheremainedstaringatme.
Itwasembarrassing,Ididn’tknowwhattosay.Isaid,areyouallright,doyouwantanything,butitsoundedsilly.Ireallymeantdidshewanttogooutside.
Shebegantoshakeherhead.Icouldseeshemeantthegagwashurting.
Isaid,we’remilesinthecountry,it’snogoodscreaming,ifyoudo,I’llputthegagstraightback,doyouunderstand?
Shenodded,soIundidthescarf.BeforeIcoulddoanythingshereachedupashighasshecouldandsidewaysandshewassick.Itwashorrible.Icouldsmellthechloroformandthesick.Shedidn’tsayanything.Shejustgroaned.Ilostmyhead,Ididn’tknowwhattodo.Isuddenlyfeltwehadtogethomeasquickaspossible,soIputthegagonagain.Shestruggled,Iheardhersayunderthecloth,no,no,itwashorrible,butImademyselfdoitbecauseIknewitwasforthebestintheend.ThenIgotintothedriving-seatandonwewent.
Wegotherejustafterhalfpastten.Idroveintothegarage,wentandlookedabouttomakesurenothinghadhappenedinmyabsence,notthatIexpectedanything.ButIdidn’twanttospoiltheshipforthelittlebitoftar.Iwentdowntoherroom,everythingwasallright,nottoostuffybecauseI’dleftthedooropen.Isleptinitonenightbeforetoseeiftherewasenoughairandtherewas.Therewereallthedoingstomaketeawithandsoon.Itlookedverysnugandcosy.
Well,atlastthegreatmomentwascome.Iwentuptothegarageandopenedthebackofthevan.Liketherestoftheoperationitwentaccordingtoplan.
