451 по фаренгейту
It was a pleasure to burn
"Tellmenow.Whatisit?"
"Ithinkshe’sgone."
"Gone?"
"Wholefamilymovedoutsomewhere.Butshe’sgoneforgood.Ithinkshe’sdead."
"Wecouldn’tbetalkingaboutthesamegirl."
"No.Thesamegirl.McClellan.McClellan,Runoverbyacar.Fourdaysago. I’mnotsure.ButIthinkshe’sdead.Thefamilymovedoutanyway.Idon’tknow.ButIthinkshe’sdead."
"You’renotsureofit!"
"No,notsure.Prettysure."
"Whydidn’tyoutellmesooner?"
"Forgot."
"Fourdaysago!"
"Iforgotallaboutit."
"Fourdaysago,"hesaid,quietly,lyingthere.
Theylaythereinthedarkroomnotmoving,eitherofthem. "Goodnight,"shesaid.
Heheardafaintrustle.Herhandsmoved.Theelectricthimblemovedlikeaprayingmantisonthepillow,touchedbyherhand.
