Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 6
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“Look,overthere.”Hepointstoasmallpinpointoflightinthefardistance.“That’sSeattle.”
“Doyoualwaysimpresswomenthisway?‘Comeandflyinmyhelicopter’?”Iask,genuinelyinterested.
“I’veneverbroughtagirluphere,Anastasia.It’sanotherfirstforme.”Hisvoiceisquiet,serious.
Oh,thatwasanunexpectedanswer.Anotherfirst?Oh,thesleepingthing,perhaps?
“Areyouimpressed?”
“I’mawed,Christian.”
Hesmiles.
“Awed?”Andforabriefmoment,he’shisageagain.
Inod.“You’rejustso…competent.”
“Why,thankyou,MissSteele,”hesayspolitely.Ithinkhe’spleased,butI’mnotsure.
Werideinthedarknightinsilenceforawhile.ThebrightspotthatisSeattleisslowlygettingbigger.
“Sea-TactowertoCharlieTango.FlightplantoEscalainplace.Pleaseproceed.Andstandby.Over.”
“ThisisCharlieTango,understood,Sea-Tac.Standingby,overandout.”
“Youobviouslyenjoythis,”Imurmur.
“What?”Heglancesatme.Helooksquizzicalinthehalflightoftheinstruments.
“Flying,”Ireply.
“Itrequirescontrolandconcentration…howcouldInotloveit?Thoughmyfavoriteissoaring.”
“Soaring?”
“Yes.Gliding,tothelayperson.Glidersandhelicopters—Iflythemboth.”
“Oh.”Expensivehobbies.Irememberhimtellingmeduringtheinterview.Ilikereadingandoccasionallygoingtothemovies.Iamoutofmydepthhere.
“CharlieTango,comein,please,over.”Thedisembodiedvoiceofairtrafficcontrolinterruptsmyreverie.Christiananswers,soundingincontrolandconfident.
