Коллекционер
Chapter 1
Thoughwelaughedalot,shewasreallywitty,talkingwithotherpeoplethatweren’tthereagainandsoon.
Aftersupperwemadecoffeetogetherinthekitchen(Ikeptasharpeyeopen,ofcourse)andtookitthroughtotheloungeandsheputonjazzrecordsI’dboughther.Weactuallysatonthesofatogether.
Thenweplayedcharades;sheactedthings,syllablesofwords,andIhadtoguesswhattheywere.Iwasn’tanygoodatit,eitheractingorguessing.Irememberonewordshedidwas"butterfly."ShekeptondoingitagainandagainandIcouldn’tguess.IsaidaeroplaneandallthebirdsIcouldthinkofandintheendshecollapsedinachairandsaidIwashopeless.Thenitwasdancing.Shetriedtoteachmetojiveandsamba,butitmeanttouchingher,IgotsoconfusedandInevergotthetimeright.ShemusthavethoughtIwasreallyslow.
Thenextthingwasshehadtogoawayaminute.Ididn’tlikeit,butIknewIcouldn’texpecthertogodownstairs.IhadtolethergoupandIstoodonthestairswhereIcouldseeifshedidanymonkeybusinesswiththelight(theplanksweren’tup,Islippedthere).Thewindowwashigh,Iknewshecouldn’tgetoutwithoutmyhearing,anditwasquiteadrop.Anyhowshecamerightout,seeingmeonthestairs.
"Can’tyoutrustme?"Shewasabitsharp.
Isaid,yes,it’snotthat.
Wewentbackintothelounge.
"Whatisit,then?"
Ifyouescapednow,youcouldstillsayIimprisonedyou.ButifItakeyouhome,IcansayIreleasedyou.
