Человек в высоком замке
Chapter 9
"Keeriiist!"hesaid,thenslappedFrinkontheback,grinned,openedthetruckdoor,pickedupthewickerhamperandsteppedfromthetruck."I’llletyouputthedimeinthemeter,"hesaid,startingoffdownthesidewalk.
Inaninstanthehaddisappearedamongtheotherpedestrians.
Juliana,Frinkthought.AreyouasaloneasIam?Hegotoutofthetruckandputadimeintheparkingmeter.
Fear,hethought.Thiswholejewelryventure.Whatifitshouldfail?Whatifitshouldfail?Thatwashowtheoracleputit.Wailing,tears,beatingthepot.
Manfacesthedarkeningshadowsofhislife.Hispassagetothegrave.Ifshewerehereitwouldnotbesobad.Notbadatall.
I’mscared,herealized.SupposeEddoesn’tsellathing.Supposetheylaughatus.
Whatthen?
Onasheetonthefloorofthefrontroomofherapartment,JulianalayholdingJoeCinnadellaagainsther.Theroomwaswarmandstuffywithmidafternoonsunlight.Herbodyandthebodyofthemaninherarmsweredampwithperspiration.Adrop,rollingdownJoe’sforehead,clungamomenttohischeekbone,thenfelltoherthroat.
"You’restilldripping,"shemurmured.
Hesaidnothing.Hisbreathing,long,slow,regular…liketheocean,shethought.We’renothingbutwaterinside.
"Howwasit?"sheasked.
Hemumbledthatithadbeenokay.
Ithoughtso,Julianathought.Icantell.Nowwebothhavetogetup,pullourselvestogether.Oristhatbad?Signofsubconsciousdisapproval?
Hestirred.
"Areyougettingup?"Shegrippedhimtightwithbothherarms."Don’t.
