Человек в высоком замке
Chapter 9
ImageofsomebeefyhairyguysteppingdownhardonJuliana,makingherlifemiserable…Iknowshe’dfinallywindupkillingherself,hethought.It’sinthecardsforher,ifshedoesn’tfindtherightman—andthatmeansareallygentle,sensitive,kindlystudenttypewhowouldbeabletoappreciateallthosethoughtsshehas.
Iwastooroughforher,hethought.AndI’mnotsobad;thereareahellofalotofguysworsethanme.Icouldprettywellfigureoutwhatshewasthinking,whatshewanted,whenshefeltlonelyorbadordepressed.Ispentalotoftimeworryingandfussingoverher.Butitwasn’tenough.Shedeservedmore.Shedeservesalot,hethought.
"I’mparking,"Edsaid.Hehadfoundaplaceandwasbackingthetruck,peeringoverhisshoulder.
"Listen,"Frinksaid,"CanIsendacoupleofpiecestomywife?"
"Ididn’tknowyouweremarried."Intentonparking,Edansweredhimreflexively."Sure,aslongasthey’renotsilver."
Edshutoffthetruckmotor.
"We’rehere,"hesaid.Hepuffedmarijuanasmoke,thenstubbedthecigaretteoutonthedashboard,droppedtheremainstothecabfloor."Wishmeluck."
"Luck,"FrankFrinksaid.
"Hey,look.There’soneofthoseJapwakapoemsonthebackofthiscigarettepackage."Edreadthepoemaloud,overthetrafficnoises.
"Hearingacuckoocry,
Ilookedupinthedirection
Whencethesoundcame:
WhatdidIsee?
Onlythepalemooninthedawningsky."
HehandedthepackageofT’ien-laisbacktoFrink.
