Мгла
An Argument with Norton. A Discussion Near the Beer Cooler. Verification.
"Sockhimanyway!"Jimexclaimed."Fuckhisheartcondition.Idon’teventhinkacheapNewYorkshysterlikehimhasgotaheart."
"Youkeepoutofit,"IsaidtoJim,andthenputmyfacedowntoNorton’s.Iwaskissingdistance,ifthathadbeenwhatIhadinmind.Thecoolerwasoff,butitwasstillradiatingachill."Stopthrowingupsand.YouknowdamnwellI’mtellingthetruth."
"Iknow...no...suchthing,"hepanted.
"Ifitwasanothertimeandplace,I’dletyougetawaywithit.Idon’tcarehowscaredyouare,andI’mnotkeepingscore.I’mscared,too.ButIneedyou,goddammit!Doesthatgetthrough?Ineedyou!"
"Letmego!"
Igrabbedhimbytheshirtandshookhim."Don’tyouunderstandanything?Peoplearegoingtostartleavingandwalkrightintothatthingoutthere!ForChrist’ssake,don’tyouunderstand?"
"Letmego!"
"Notuntilyoucomebacktherewithmeandseeforyourself."
"Itoldyou,no!It’sallatrick,ajoke,I’mnotasstupidasyoutakemefor-"
"ThenI’llhaulyoubacktheremyself."
Igrabbedhimbytheshoulderandthescruffofhisneck.Thescamofhisshirtunderonearmtorewithasoftpurringsound.Idraggedhimtowardthedoubledoors.Nortonletoutawretchedscream.Aknotofpeople,fifteenoreighteen,hadgathered,buttheykepttheirdistance.Noneshowedanysignsofwantingtointerfere.
"Helpme!"Nortoncried.Hiseyesbulgedbehindhisglasses.Hisstyledhairhadgoneawryagain,stickingupinthesametwolittletuftsbehindhisears.Peopleshuffledtheirfeetandwatched.
