Уловка 22

Luciana

           "Youdon’twanttosleepwithme?"Yossariannoddedemphatically,laughing,andshothishandupunderherdress.Thegirlcametolifewithahorrifiedstart.Shejerkedherlegsawayfromhiminstantly,whippingherbottomaround.Blushingwithalarmandembarrassment,shepushedherskirtbackdownwithanumberofprim,sidelongglancesabouttherestaurant.

           "NowIwillletyousleepwithme,"sheexplainedcautiouslyinamannerofapprehensiveindulgence."Butnotnow."

           "Iknow.Whenwegetbacktomyroom."Thegirlshookherhead,eyeinghimmistrustfullyandkeepingherkneespressedtogether."No,nowImustgohometomymamma,becausemymammadoesnotlikemetodancewithsoldiersorletthemtakemetodinner,andshewillbeveryangrywithmeifIdonotcomehomenow.ButIwillletyouwritedownformewhereyoulive.AndtomorrowmorningIwillcometoyourroomforficky-fickbeforeIgotomyworkattheFrenchoffice.Capisci?"

           "Bullshit!"Yossarianexclaimedwithangrydisappointment.

           "Cosavuoldirebullshit?"Lucianainquiredwithablanklook.

           Yossarianbrokeintoloudlaughter.Heansweredherfinallyinatoneofsympatheticgoodhumor."ItmeansthatIwanttoescortyounowtowhereverthehellIhavetotakeyounextsothatIcanrushbacktothatnightclubbeforeAarfyleaveswiththatwonderfultomatohe’sgotwithoutgivingmeachancetoaskaboutanauntorfriendshemusthavewho’sjustlikeher.

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