Мгла
The Coming of the Mist.
Evenastheysmiledtheylookedbewildered,confused,andnervous.ThensomeoneelselaughedandBrownflushed.Hegrabbedaboxofmushroomsawayfromaladywhowascrowdingpasthimtolookoutthewindow-thesegmentsofglasswerelinedwithpeoplenow,theywerelikethefolksyouseelookingthroughloopholesintoabuildingsite-andtheladyscreamed,"Givemebackmymushies!"Thisbizarretermofaffectioncausedtwomenstandingnearbytobreakintocrazylaughter-andtherewassomethingoftheoldEnglishBedlamaboutallofit,now.Mrs.Carmodytrumpetedagainnottogooutthere.Thefirewhistlewhoopedbreathlessly,astrongoldwomanwhohadscaredupaprowlerinthehouse.AndBillyburstintotears.
"Daddy,what’sthatbloodyman?Whyisthatbloodyman?"
"It’sokay,BigBill,it’shisnose,he’sokay."
"Whatdidhemean,somethinginthefog?"Nortonasked.Hewasfrowningponderously,whichwasprobablyNorton’swayoflookingconfused.
"Daddy,I’mscared,"Billysaidthroughhistears."Canwepleasegohome?"
Someonebumpedpastmeroughly,joltingmeoffmyfeet,andIpickedBillyup.Iwasgettingscared,too.Theconfusionwasmounting.Sally,thecheckerbyBudBrown,startedawayandhegrabbedherbackbythecollarofherredsmock.Itripped.Sheslap-clawedoutathim,herfacetwisting."Getyourfu**inghandsoffme!"shescreamed.
"Oh,shutup,youlittlebitch,"Brownsaid,buthesoundedtotallyastounded.
HereachedforheragainandOllieWeekssaidsharply:"Bud!Coolit!"
Someoneelsescreamed.
