Никогде

           "Howaboutthat,"saidDoor."Now.Wewait."

           Shewentovertothebookshelfinthecornerofthebedroom,foundacopyofMansfieldParkRichardhadnotpreviouslyknownthathepossessed,andwentintothelivingroom.Richardfollowedher.Shesettledherselfonhissofaandopenedthebook.

           "SoisitshortforDoreen?"heasked.

           "What?"

           "Yourname."

           "No.It’sjustDoor."

           "Howdoyouspellit?"

           "D-o-o-r.Likesomethingyouwalkthroughtogoplaces."

           "Oh."Hehadtosaysomething,sohesaid,"WhatkindofanameisDoor,then?"

           Andshelookedathimwithherodd-coloredeyes,andshesaid,"Myname."ThenshewentbacktoJaneAusten.

           Richardpickeduptheremotecontrolandturnedonthetelevision.Thenhechangedthechannel.Changeditagain.Sighed.Changeditagain."So,whatarewewaitingfor?"

           Doorturnedthepage.Shedidn’tlookup."Areply."