Коллекционер
Chapter 3
Thenshewasinahorriblesweat,herpyjamasweresoaked,andwhenItriedtogetthetopofftoputonnewonesshestartedfighting,rollingaboutasifshewasmad,andgettinginaworsesweat.Ineverhadaworsenight,itwassoterribleIcan’tdescribeit.Shecouldn’tsleep,IgaveherasmanysleepingtabletsasIdaredbuttheyseemedtohavenoeffect,shewoulddozeoffalittlewhileandthenshewouldbeinastateagain,tryingtogetoutofbed(onceshedidbeforeIcouldgettoherandfelltothefloor).Sometimesshewasindelirium,callingforaG.P.andtalkingtopeoplewhoshe’dknown,Isuppose.Ididn’tmindthatsomuch,aslongasshelayquiet.Itookhertemper-ature,itwasover104degrees,andIknewshewasill,reallyill.
Well,justaboutfivethenextmorningIwentuptohaveabreathoffreshair,itseemedanotherworldoutthere,andImadeupmymindthatIwouldhavetogetherupstairsandaskadoctorin,Icouldn’tputitoffanylonger.IwasthereabouttenminutesstandingintheopendoorbutthenIheardhercallingagain,shebroughtupabitmoreofthered-brownphlegmandthenshewassick,soIhadtogetheroutofbedandmakeitupagainwhileshelaysloppedinthechair.Itwasthewayshebreathedthatwasworst,itwassoquickandgasping,asifshewaspantingallthetime.
