Ночь нежна

Chapter 8

           Nicoleflungherarmswideonthebedandstaredattheceiling;thepowderhaddampenedonhertomakeamilkysurface.Shelikedthebarenessoftheroom,thesoundofthesingleflynavigatingoverhead.Tommybroughtthechairovertothebedandswepttheclothesoffittositdown;shelikedtheeconomyoftheweightlessdressandespadrillesthatmingledwithhisducksuponthefloor.

           Heinspectedtheoblongwhitetorsojoinedabruptlytothebrownlimbsandhead,andsaid,laughinggravely:

           "Youareallnewlikeababy."

           "Withwhiteeyes."

           "I’lltakecareofthat."

           "It’sveryhardtakingcareofwhiteeyesespeciallytheonesmadeinChicago."

           "IknowalltheoldLanguedocpeasantremedies."

           "Kissme,onthelips,Tommy."

           "That’ssoAmerican,"hesaid,kissinghernevertheless."WhenIwasinAmericalastthereweregirlswhowouldtearyouapartwiththeirlips,tearthemselvestoo,untiltheirfaceswerescarletwiththebloodaroundthelipsallbroughtoutinapatchbutnothingfurther."

           Nicoleleanedupononeelbow.

           "Ilikethisroom,"shesaid.

           "Ifinditsomewhatmeagre.Darling,I’mgladyouwouldn’twaituntilwegottoMonteCarlo."

           "Whyonlymeagre?Why,thisisawonderfulroom,TommylikethebaretablesinsomanyCézannesandPicassos."

           "Idon’tknow."Hedidnottrytounderstandher."There’sthatnoiseagain."

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