451 по фаренгейту
It was a pleasure to burn
HiswifeintheTVparlourpausedlongenoughfromreadingherscripttoglanceup. "Hey,"shesaid."Theman’sthinking!"
"Yes,"hesaid."Iwantedtotalktoyou."Hepaused."Youtookallthepillsinyourbottlelastnight."
"Oh,Iwouldn’tdothat,"shesaid,surprised.
"Thebottlewasempty."
"Iwouldn’tdoathinglikethat.WhywouldIdoathinglikethat?"sheasked.
"Maybeyoutooktwopillsandforgotandtooktwomore,andforgotagainandtooktwomore,andweresodopyyoukeptrightonuntilyouhadthirtyorfortyoftheminyou."
"Heck,"shesaid,"whatwouldIwanttogoanddoasillythinglikethatfor?"
"Idon’tknow,"hesaid.
Shewasquiteobviouslywaitingforhimtogo. "Ididn’tdothat,"shesaid."Neverinabillionyears."
"Allrightifyousayso,"hesaid.
"That’swhattheladysaid."Sheturnedbacktoherscript.
"What’sonthisafternoon?"heaskedtiredly.
Shedidn’tlookupfromherscriptagain. "Well,thisisaplaycomesonthewall-to-wallcircuitintenminutes. Theymailedmemypartthismorning.Isentinsomebox-tops.
