Коллекционер

           Well,itdawned,thelastdaycame.Strange,itwasabeauty,Idon’tbelievetherewasacloudallday,oneofthosecoldwinterdayswhenthere’snowindandtheskyisveryblue.Itseemedspeciallyarranged,mostappropriate,seeingshepassedawaysopeaceful.Thelastwordsshespokewereabouttenwhenshesaid(Ithink),"thesun"(itwascominginthewindow),andshetriedtositupbutshecouldnotmanageit.

           Sheneversaidanotherwordtobeunderstood,shelingeredonallthemorningandafternoonandwentwiththesun.Herbreathinghadgotveryfaintand(justtoshowwhatIwaslike)Ieventhoughtshehadgoneintoasleepatlast.Idon’tknowexactlywhenshedied,IknowshewasbreathingabouthalfpastthreewhenIwentdownstairstodoabitofdustingandsoontotakemymindoffthings,andwhenIcamebackaboutfour,shewasgone.

           Shewaslyingwithherheadtoonesideanditlookedawful,hermouthwasopenandhereyeswerestaringwhitelikeshe’dtriedtoseeoutofthewindowonelasttime.Ifeltherandshewascold,thoughherbodywasstillwarm.Iranandgotamirror.Iknewthatwasthewayandhelditoverhermouthbuttherewasnomist.Shewasdead.

           Well,Ishuthermouthupandgottheeyelidsdown.Ididn’tknowwhattodothen,Iwentandmademyselfacupoftea.

           WhenitwasdarkIgotherdeadbodyandcarrieditdowntothecellar.