Коллекционер
Chapter 1
"Imightbecomeaverycleverartist,butIshan’teverbeagreatone.AtleastIdon’tthinkso."
Youcan’ttell,Isaid.
"I’mnotegocentricenough.I’mawoman.Ihavetoleanonsomething."Idon’tknowwhybutshesuddenlychangedthesubjectandsaid,"Areyouaqueer?"
Certainlynot,Isaid.Iblushed,ofcourse.
"It’snothingtobeashamedof.Lotsofgoodmenare."Thenshesaid,"Youwanttoleanonme.Icanfeelit.Iexpectit’syourmother.You’relookingforyourmother."
Idon’tbelieveinallthatstuff,Isaid.
"We’dneverbeanygoodtogether.Webothwanttolean."
Youcouldleanonmefinancially,Isaid.
"Andyouonmeforeverythingelse?Godforbid."
Then,here,shesaidandheldoutthedrawing.Itwasreallygood,itreallyamazedme,thelikeness.Itseemedtomakememoredignified,better-lookingthanIreallywas.
Wouldyouconsidersellingthis,Iasked?
"Ihadn’t,butIwill.Twohundredguineas?"
Allright,Isaid.
Shegavemeanothersharplook.
"You’dgivemetwohundredguineasforthat?"
Yes,Isaid.Becauseyoudidit.
"Giveittome."IhandeditbackandbeforeIknewwhat,shewastearingitacross.
Pleasedon’t,Isaid.Shestopped,butitwastornhalfacross.
"Butit’sbad,bad,bad."Thensuddenlyshesortofthrewitatme."Hereyouare.Putitinadrawerwiththebutterflies."
ThenexttimeIwasinLewesIboughthersomemorerecords,allIcouldfindbyMozart,becauseshelikedhim,itseemed.
