Коллекционер
Chapter 1
Fulloftearshereyeswere.Cheekswet.Itreallyupsetmetoseeherlikethat.
Pleasebereasonable.Youknowwhatyouaretomenow;can’tyouseeIhaven’tmadeallthesearrangementsjustsoyou’dstayaweekmore?
"Ihateyou,Ihateyou."
I’llgiveyoumyword,Isaid.Whenthetime’supyoucangoassoonasyoulike.
Shewouldn’thaveit.Itwasfunny,shesattherecryingandstaringatme,herfacewasallpink.Ithoughtshewasgoingtocomeatmeagain,shelookedasifshewantedto.Butthenshebegantodryhereyes.Thenshelitacigarette.Andthenshesaid,"Twoweeks."
Isaid,yousaytwo,Isayfive.I’llagreetoamonth.That’dbeNovemberthefourteenth.
Therewasapause,andshesaid,"FourweeksisNovembertheeleventh."
Iwasworriedabouther,Iwantedtoclinchit,soIsaid,Imeantacalendarmonth,butmakeittwenty-eightdays.I’llgiveyoutheoddthreedays,Isaid.
"Thankyouverymuch."Sarcastic,ofcourse.
Ihandedheracupofcoffee,whichshetook.
"I’vesomeconditionstoo,"shesaidbeforeshedrunkit."Ican’tliveallthetimedownhere.Imusthavesomefreshairandlight.Imusthaveabathsometimes.Imusthavesomedrawingmaterials.Imusthavearadioorarecord-player.Ineedthingsfromthechemist.Imusthavefreshfruitandsalads.Imusthavesomesortofexercise."
