Мгла
The First Night.
HenoddedtowardMrs.Carmody,whowassittingbyherselfattheendoftheaisle.Noneofithadhurtherappetiteany;therewasagraveyardofchickenbonesonherplate.ShewasdrinkingeitherbloodorV-8juice."Ithinkshewasrightaboutonething,"Olliesaid."We’llfindout.Whenitgetsdark,we’llfindout."
Butwedidn’thavetowaituntildark.Whenitcame,Billysawverylittleofit,becauseMrs.Turmankepthimupback.Olliewasstillsittingwithmewhenoneofthemenupfrontgaveoutashriekandstaggeredbackfromhispost,pinwheelinghisarms.Itwasapproachingeight-thirty;outsidethepearl-whitemisthaddarkenedtothedullslatycolorofaNovembertwilight.
Somethinghadlandedontheglassoutsideoneoftheloopholes.
"OhmyJesus!"themanwhohadbeenwatchingtherescreamed."Letmeout!Letmeoutofthis!"
Hetorearoundinaramblingcircle,hiseyesstartingfromhisface,athinlickofsalivaatonecornerofhismouthglimmeringinthedeepeningshadows.Thenhetookoffstraightupthefaraislepastthefrozen-foodcases.
Therewereansweringcries.Somepeoplerantowardthefronttoseewhathadhappened.Manyothersretreatedtowardtheback,notcaringandnotwantingtoseewhateverwascrawlingontheglassoutthere.
Istarteddowntowardtheloophole,Olliebymyside.HishandwasinthepocketthatheldMrs.Dumfries’gun.Nowoneoftheotherwatchersletoutacry-notsomuchoffearasdisgust.
OllieandIslippedthroughoneofthecheckoutlanes.
