Мгла
After the Storm. Norton. A Trip to Town.
"BillyandIcanhandletherestofthis,"
"Wantmetograbafewmorebeersforyoutoo?"
Ithoughtaboutit,butinspiteoftherapprochement,Ididn’twanttospendtheafternoonwithBrentNortongettingdrunk.Notwiththemessthingswereinaroundthehouse.
"Sorry,"Isaid."I’vegottotakearaincheck,Brent."
Ithoughthisfacestiffenedalittle."Okay,"hesaidshortly,andwalkedoff.Iwatchedhimgo,andthenBillywastuggingatmyshirt.
"DidyoutalktoMommy?"
"Nope.Thephonewasn’tworking.Thoselinesaredowntoo,Iguess."
"Areyouworriedabouther?"
"No,"Isaid,lying.Iwasworried,allright,buthadnoideawhyIshouldbe."No,ofcourseI’mnot.Areyou?"
"No-ooo..."Buthewas.Hisfacehadapinchedlook.Weshouldhavegonebackthen.Buteventhenitmighthavebeentoolate.
