Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 26
Tearscourseunbiddenandunwelcomedownmycheeks,andIwipethemawayhurriedlywithmyfingers,scramblinginmybagformysunglasses.Aswepauseatsometrafficlight,Taylorholdsoutalinenhandkerchiefforme.Hesaysnothinganddoesn’tlookinmydirection,andItakeitwithgratitude.
“Thankyou,”Imutter,andthissmalldiscreetactofkindnessismyundoing.Isitbackintheluxuriousleatherseatandweep.
THEAPARTMENTISACHINGLYemptyandunfamiliar.Ihavenotlivedherelongenoughforittofeellikehome.Iheadstraighttomyroom,andthere,hanginglimplyattheendofmybed,isaverysad,deflatedhelicopterballoon.CharlieTango,lookingandfeelingexactlylikeme.Igrabitangrilyoffmybedrail,snappingthetie,andhugittome.Oh—whathaveIdone?
Ifallontomybed,shoesandall,andhowl.Thepainisindescribable…physical,mental…metaphysical…itiseverywhere,seepingintothemarrowofmybones.Grief.Thisisgrief—andI’vebroughtitonmyself.Deepdown,anasty,unbiddenthoughtcomesfrommyinnergoddess,herlipscontortedinasnarl…thephysicalpainfromthebiteofabeltisnothing,nothingcomparedtothisdevastation.Icurlup,desperatelyclutchingtheflatfoilballoonandTaylor’shandkerchief,andsurrendermyselftomygrief.