Уловка 22

Bologna

           "That’swhatweweretalkingabout,"Yossariancried."Whatmakesyousosure?"

           "Hey,areyousureyourheadlightsareon?"Natelycalledout.

           "They’reon,they’reon.Whatdoeshewantfromme?It’sallthisrainonthewindshieldthatmakesitlookdarkfrombackthere."

           "Beautiful,beautifulrain."

           "Ihopeitneverstopsraining.Rain,rain,goa"

           "way.Comea"

           "gainsomeoth"

           "erday.LittleYo-Yowants"

           "toplay.In"

           "themeadow,in"

           ChiefWhiteHalfoatmissedthenextturnintheroadandranthejeepallthewayuptothecrestofasteepembankment.Rollingbackdown,thejeepturnedoveronitssideandsettledsoftlyinthemud.Therewasafrightenedsilence.

           "Iseveryoneallright?"ChiefWhiteHalfoatinquiredinahushedvoice.Noonewasinjured,andheheavedalongsighofrelief."Youknow,that’smytrouble,"hegroaned."Ineverlistentoanybody.Somebodykepttellingmetoputmyheadlightson,butIjustwouldn’tlisten."

           "Ikepttellingyoutoputyourheadlightson."

           "Iknow,Iknow.AndIjustwouldn’tlisten,wouldI?IwishIhadadrink.Idohaveadrink.Look.It’snotbroken."

           "It’srainingin,"Natelynoticed."I’mgettingwet."

           ChiefWhiteHalfoatgotthebottleofryeopen,drankandhandeditoff.Lyingtangledupontopofeachother,theyalldrankbutNately,whokeptgropingineffectuallyforthedoorhandle.Thebottlefellagainsthisheadwithaclunk,andwhiskeypoureddownhisneck.

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