Коллекционер
Chapter 1
Ididittomakeherfeelbetter(writingthecheque)butIdon’tseethepointofwastingmoneyonsomethingyoudon’tbelievein.Iknowrichpeoplegivesums,butinmyopiniontheydoittogettheirnamespublishedortododgethetax-man.
Foreverybath,Ihadtoscrewintheplanksagain.Ididn’tliketoleavethemupallthetime.Allwentoffwell.Onceitwasverylate(eleven)soItookhergagoffwhenshewentin.Itwasaverywindynight,apropergaleblowing.Whenwecamedownshewantedtositinthesitting-room(Igottickedoffforcallingitthelounge),handsboundofcourse,thereseemednoharm,soIputtheelectricfireon(shetoldmeimitationlogsweretheend,Ioughttohavereallogfires,likeIdidlater).Wesatthereabit,shesatonthecarpetdryingherwashedhairandofcourseIjustwatchedher.ShewaswearingsomeslacksIboughther,veryattractiveshelookedallinblackexceptforalittleredscarf.Shehadherhairalldaybeforeshewasheditintwopigtails,oneofthegreatpleasuresformewasseeinghowherhairwaseachday.Beforethefire,however,itwaslooseandspread,whichIlikedbest.
Afteratimeshegotupandwalkedroundtheroom,allrestless.Shekeptonsayingtheword"bored."Overandoveragain.Itsoundedfunny,whatwiththewindhowlingoutsideandall.
Suddenlyshestoppedinfrontofme.
"Amuseme.Dosomething."
Wellwhat,Iasked.Photos?Butshedidn’twantphotos.
"Idon’tknow.Sing,dance,anything."
