Мгла
The End.
Thisroadwasalsocrackedandblastedinplaces,butwas,onthewhole,morepassablethanKansasRoadhadbeen.Iwasworriedaboutthebridges.ThefaceofMaineiscutwithrunningwater,andtherearebridgeseverywhere,bigandsmall.ButtheNaplesCausewaywasintact,andfromthereitwasplain-ifslow-sailingallthewaytoPortland.
Themistheldthick.OnceIhadtostop,thinkingthattreeswerelyingacrosstheroad.ThenthetreesbegantomoveandundulateandIunderstoodtheyweremoretentacles.Istopped,andafterawhiletheydrewback.Onceagreatgreenthingwithaniridescentgreenbodyandlongtransparentwingslandedonthehood.Itlookedlikeagrosslymisshapendragonfly.Ithoveredthereforamoment,thentookwingagainandwasgone.
BillywokeupabouttwohoursafterwehadleftKansasRoadbehindandaskedifwehadgottenMommyyet.ItoldhimIhadn’tbeenabletogetdownourroadbecauseoffallentrees.
"Issheallright,Dad?"
"Billy,Idon’tknow.Butwe’llcomebackandsee."
Hedidn’tcry.Hedozedoffagaininstead.Iwouldhaveratherhadhistears.HewassleepingtoodamnMuchandIdidn’tlikeit.
Ibegantogetatensionheadache.Itwasdrivingthroughthefogatasteadyfiveortenmilesanhourthatdidit,thetensionofknowingthatanythingmightcomeoutofit,anythingatall-awashout,alandspill,orGhidratheThree-headedMonster.IthinkIprayed.IprayedtoGodthatStephaniewasaliveandthatHewouldn’ttakemyadulteryoutonher.
