Коллекционер
Chapter 2
IrealizedthatIwashavingtostrugglenottobenicetohim.BecauseIfeltImusttalktosomeone.Evenhim.Atleastheisahumanbeing.Whenhewentawayafterlunch,Iwantedtocallhimbacktotalk.WhatIfeltwasquitedifferentfromwhatIdecidedIshouldfeeltwodaysago.SoImadeanewdecision.Icouldneverhithimwithanythingdownhere.I’vewatchedhimsomuchwiththatinmind.Andheneverturnshisbacktome.Besides,there’snoweapon.SoIthought,I’vegottogetupstairsandfindsomething,somemeans.Ihadseveralideas.
OtherwiseIwasafraidIwouldfallintotheoldtrapofpityinghim.
SoIwasabitniceratsupper-timeandsaidIneededabath(whichIdid).Hewentaway,cameback,wewentup.Andthere,itseemedasign,speciallyleftforme,wasasmallaxe.Itwasonthekitchenwindow-sill,whichisnexttothedoor.Hemusthavebeenchoppingwoodoutsideandforgottentohideit.Myalwaysbeingdownhere.
Wepassedindoorstooquicklyformetodoanythingthen.
ButIlayinthebathandthought.Idecideditmustbedone.Ihadtocatchuptheaxeandhithimwiththebluntend,knockhimout.Ihadn’ttheleastideawhereontheheadwasthebestplacetohitorhowhardithadtobe.
ThenIaskedtogostraightback.Aswewentoutthroughthekitchendoor,Idroppedmytalcumpowderandthingsandstoodtooneside,towardsthewindow-sill,asifIwaslookingtoseewherethey’dgone.HedidjustwhatIwantedandbentforwardtopickthemup.
