Коллекционер
Chapter 3
Ihadn’tbeeninaroomwithotherpeopleforalongtime,onlyinandoutofshops,itfeltstrange,asIsay,theyallseemedtolookatme,oneoldwomanespeciallywouldn’ttakehereyesoffme,IthoughtImustlookpeculiarinsomeway.Ipickedamagazineoffthetable,butofcourseIdidn’treadit.
Well,Ibegantothinkthereallaboutwhatwouldhappen,itwouldbeallrightforadayortwo,thedoctorandMperhapswouldn’ttalk,butthen...Iknewwhathewouldsay,shemustgointohospital,Icouldn’tlookafterherproperly.AndthenIthoughtImightgetanursein,butshewouldn’tbelongfindingoutwhathappened—AuntAnniealwayssaidnurseswerethenosiestparkersofthemall,shenevercouldabidepeoplewithlongnosesandnorcouldI.Thedoctorcameoutjustthentocallinthenextpatient,hewasatallmanwithamoustache,andhesaid,"Next"asifhewassickofseeingallthesepeople.Imean,hesoundedreallyirritated,Idon’tthinkitwasmyimagination,Isawawomanmakeafaceattheonenexttoherwhenhewentbackinhisroom.
HecameoutagainandIcouldseehewastheofficertypeinthearmy,they’vegotnosympathywithyou,theyjustgiveyouorders,you’renottheirclassandtheytreateveryoneelseasiftheyweredirt.
Ontopofthat,thisoldwomanstartedstaringatmeagainandshemademehotunderthecollar,Ihadn’tsleptallnightandIwaswroughtup,Isuppose.Anyhow,IknewI’dhadenough.
