Мгла
The Expedition to the pharmacy.
"IwouldhavesavedhimifIcould."
"Iknowthat."
Olliejoinedus.Weranforthemarketdoors,thethreadsfallingallaroundus.OnelitonMrs.Reppler’smarketingbasketandsankintothecanvasside.Shetussledgrimlyforwhatwashers,draggingbackonthestrapwithbothhands,butshelostit.Itwentbumpingoffintothemist,endoverend.
AswereachedtheINdoor,asmallerspider,nobiggerthanacockerspanielpuppy,racedoutofthefogalongthesideofthebuilding.Itwasproducingnowebbing;perhapsitwasn’tmatureenoughtodoso.
AsOllieleanedonebeefyshoulderagainstthedoorsoMrs.Repplercouldgothrough,Iheavedthesteelbaratthethinglikeajavelinandimpaledit.Itwrithedmadly,legsscratchingattheair,anditsredeyesseemedtofindmine,andmarkme...
"David!"Olliewasstillholdingthedoor.
Iranin.Hefollowedme.
Pallid,frightenedfacesstaredatus.Sevenofushadgoneout.Threeofushadcomeback,Ollieleanedagainsttheheavyglassdoor,barrelchestheaving.HebegantoreloadAmanda’sgun.Hiswhiteassistantmanager’sshirtwasplasteredtohisbody,andlargegraysweat-stainshadcreptoutfromunderhisarms.
"What?"someoneaskedinalow,hoarsevoice.
"Spiders,"Mrs.Reppleransweredgrimly."Thedirtybastardssnatchedmymarketbasket."
ThenBillyhurledhiswayintomyarms,crying.Iheldontohim.Tight.
