Мгла
The Coming of the Mist.
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Noonereplied.Peopleshuffledtheirfeet.Shelookedfromfacetofacewithherownbrokenface.Thefatlocalmantookahesitanthalf-stepforwardandhiswifejerkedhimbackwithonequicktug,herhandclappedoverhiswristlikeamanacle.
"You?"theblondwomanaskedOllie.Heshookhishead."You?"shesaidtoBud.HeputhishandovertheTexasInstrumentscalculatoronthecounterandmadenoreply."You?"shesaidtoNorton,andNortonbegantosaysomethinginhisbiglawyer’svoice,somethingabouthownooneshouldgooffhalf-cocked,and...andshedismissedhimandNortonjusttrailedoff.
"You?"shesaidtome,andIpickedBillyupagainandheldhiminmyarmslikeashieldtowardoffherterriblebrokenface.
"Ihopeyouallrotinhell,"shesaid.Shedidn’tscreamit.Hervoicewasdeadtired.ShewenttotheOUTdoorandpulleditopen,usingbothhands.Iwantedtosaysomethingtoher,callherback,butmymouthwastoodry.
"Aw,lady,listen-"theteenagekidwhohadshoutedatMrs.Carmodybegan.Heheldherarm.Shelookeddownathishandandhelethergo,shamefaced
