Коллекционер
Chapter 4
Idon’tthinkmanycouldhavedoneit.Ididitscientific.Iplannedwhathadtobedoneandignoredmynaturalfeelings.Icouldn’tstandtheideaofhavingtolookatheragain,Ionceheardtheygogreenandpurpleinpatches,soIwentinwithacheapblanketIboughtinfrontofmeandhelditouttillIwasbythebedandthenthrewitoverthedeceased.Irolleditupandallthebedclothesintotheboxandsoonhadthelidscrewedon.Igotroundthesmellwithfumigatorandthefan.
Theroom’scleanedoutnowandgoodasnew.
Ishallputwhatshewroteandherhairupintheloftinthedeed-boxwhichwillnotbeopenedtillmydeath,soIdon’texpectforfortyorfiftyyears.IhavenotmadeupmymindaboutMarian(anotherM!Iheardthesupervisorcallhername),thistimeitwon’tbelove,itwouldjustbefortheinterestofthethingandtocomparethemandalsotheotherthing,whichasIsayIwouldliketogointoinmoredetailandIcouldteachherhow.Andtheclotheswouldfit.OfcourseIwouldmakeitclearfromthestartwho’sbossandwhatIexpect.
Butitisstilljustanidea.Ionlyputthestovedowntheretodaybecausetheroomneedsdryingoutanyway.
