Мгла
The Expedition to the pharmacy.
"Doyoureallyhavetodothis?"sheasked.
"Yes,Ithinkso."
"ForgivemeifIsayitsoundslikesomuchmachobullshittome."Therewerespotsofcolorhighonhercheeksandhereyesweregreenerthanever.Shewashighly-no,royally-pissed.
ItookherarmandrecappedmydiscussionwithDanMiller.Theriddleofthecarsandthefactthatnoonefromthepharmacyhadjoinedusdidn’tmovehermuch.ThebusinessaboutMrs.Carmodydid.
"Hecouldberight,"shesaid.
"Doyoureallybelievethat?"
"Idon’tknow.There’sapoisonousfeeltothatwoman.Andifpeoplearefrightenedbadlyenoughforlongenough,they’llturntoanyonethatpromisesasolution."
"Buthumansacrifice,Amanda?"
"TheAztecswereintoit,"shesaidevenly."Listen,David.Youcomeback.Ifanythinghappens...anything...youcomeback.Cutandrunifyouhaveto.Notforme,whathappenedlastnightwasnice,butthatwaslastnight.Comebackforyourboy."
"Yes,Iwill."
"Iwonder,"shesaid,andnowshelookedlikeBilly,haggardandold.Itoccurredtomethatmostofuslookedthatway.ButnotMrs.Carmody.Mrs.Carmodylookedyoungersomehow,andmorevital.Asifshehadcomeintoherown.Asif...asifshewerethrivingonit.
Wedidn’tgetgoinguntil9:30A.M.Sevenofuswent:Ollie,DanMiller,MikeHatlen,MyronLaFleur’serstwhilebuddyJim(alsohungover,butseeminglydeterminedtofindsomewaytoatone),BuddyEagleton,myself.TheseventhwasHildaReppler.MillerandHatlentriedhalfheartedlytotalkheroutofcoming.Shewouldhavenoneofit.
