Парфюмер. История одного убийцы

Chapter 2

           Andiftheydon’tsmelllikethat,iftheydon’thaveanysmellatallupthere,evenlessthancoldairdoes,likethatlittlebastardthere,then…Youcanexplainithoweveryoulike,Father,butI”-andshecrossedherarmsresolutelybeneathherbosomandcastalookofdisgusttowardthebasketatherfeetasifitcontainedtoads-”I,JeanneBussie,willnottakethatthingback!”FatherTerrierslowlyraisedhisloweredheadandranhisfingersacrosshisbaldheadafewtirnesasifhopingtoputthehairinorder,passedhisfingerbeneathhisnoseasifbyaccident,andsniffedthoughtfully.“Likecaramel…?”heasked,attemptingtofindhissterntoneagain.“Caramel!Whatdoyouknowaboutcaramel?Haveyouevereatenany?”“Notexactly,”saidthewetnurae.“ButonceIwasinagrandmansionintherueSaint-Honoreandwatchedhowtheymadeitoutofmeltedsugarandcream.ItsmelledsogoodthatI’veneverforgottenit.”“Yes,yes.Allright,”saidTerrierandtookhisfingerfromhisnose.“Butpleaseholdyourtonguenow!Ifinditquiteexhaustingtocontinueaconversationwithyouonsuchalevel.Ihavedeterminedthat,forwhateverreason,yourefusetonourishanylongerthebabeputunderyourcare,Jean-BaptisteGrenouille,andarereturninghimherewithtohistemporaryguardian,thecloisterofSaint-Merri.Ifindthatdistressing,butIapparentlycannotalterthefact.Youaredischarged.”Withthathegrabbedthebasket,tookonelastwhiffofthatfleetingwoolly,warmmilkiness,andslammedthedoor.Thenhewenttohisoffice.

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