Коллекционер
Chapter 1
Iunderstand,IthinkIunderstandwhyyou’vegiventhemtome,andIappreciateitverymuch,but...Ican’ttakethem."
Iwantyouto,Isaid.
"But...Ferdinand,ifayoungmangivesagirlapresentlikethis,itcanonlymeanonething."
What,Iasked.
"Otherpeoplehavenastyminds."
Iwantyoutohavethem.Please.
"I’llwearthemfornow.I’llpretendthey’remine."
Theyareyours,Isaid.
Shecameroundthetablewiththecase.
"Putthemon,"shesaid."Ifyougiveagirljewellery,youmustputitonyourself."
Shestoodthereandwatchedme,rightupclosetome,thensheturnedasIpickedupthestonesandputthemroundherneck.Ihadajobfasteningthem,myhandsweretrembling,itwasthefirsttimeIhadtouchedherskinexceptherhand.ShesmeltsoniceIcouldhavestoodlikethatalltheevening.Itwaslikebeinginoneofthoseadvertscometolife.Atlastsheturnedandthereshewaslookingatme.
"Aretheynice?"Inodded,Icouldn’tspeak.Iwantedtosaysomethingnice,acompliment.
"Wouldyoulikemetokissyouonthecheek?"
Ididn’tsay,butsheputherhandonmyshoulderandliftedupabitandkissedmycheek.Itmusthaveseemedhot,Iwasredenoughbythattimetohavestartedabonfire.
Well,wehadcoldchickenandthings;Iopenedthechampagneanditwasverynice,Iwassurprised.IwishedI’dboughtanotherbottle,itseemedeasytodrink,notveryintoxicating.
