Коллекционер
Chapter 1
Iknowit’ssilly,Isaid.OfcourseIwasactingitabit.Itwasaverydifficultsituation.
Well,shelookedatme,andthenshesaid,"Let’shaveatalk.Comeandsitherebesideme."
Iwentandsat.
"WhatareyougoingtodowhenI’vegone?"
Idon’tthinkaboutit,Isaid.
"Willyouwanttogoonseeingme?"
OfcourseIwill.
"You’redefinitelygoingtocomeandliveinLondon?We’llmakeyouintosomeonereallymodern.Someonereallyinterestingtomeet."
You’dbeashamedofmewithallyourfriends.
Itwasallunreal.IknewshewaspretendingjustlikeIwas.Ihadaheadache.Itwasallgoingwrong.
"I’vegotlotsoffriends.Doyouknowwhy?BecauseI’mneverashamedofthem.Allsortsofpeople.Youaren’tthestrangestbyalongway.There’sonewho’sveryimmoral.Buthe’sabeautifulpaintersoweforgivehim.Andhe’snotashamed.You’vegottobethesame.Notbeashamed.I’llhelpyou.It’seasyifyoutry."
Itseemedthemoment.Anyway,Icouldn’tstanditanylonger.
Pleasemarryme,Isaid.Ihadtheringinmypocketallready.
Therewasasilence.
EverythingI’vegotisyours,Isaid.
"Marriagemeanslove,"shesaid.
Idon’texpectanything,Isaid.Idon’texpectyoutodoanythingthatyoudon’twant.Youcandowhatyoulike,studyart,etcetera.Iwon’taskanything,anythingofyou,excepttobemywifeinnameandliveinthesamehousewithme.
Shesatstaringatthecarpet.
