-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Стивен Кинг
-
- Кладбище домашних животных
-
- Стр. 307/409
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
"
Ellie
's
lips
trembled
and
grew
white
.
Then
she
allowed
herself
to
be
led
into
the
jetway
.
She
looked
back
at
him
,
and
he
saw
naked
terror
in
her
face
.
He
raised
his
hand
to
her
in
false
cheeriness
.
Ellie
did
not
wave
back
.
As
Louis
left
the
BIA
terminal
building
,
a
cold
cloak
fell
over
his
mind
.
He
became
aware
that
he
meant
to
go
through
with
this
.
His
mind
,
which
had
been
sharp
enough
to
get
him
through
med
school
mostly
on
a
scholarship
and
what
his
wife
could
earn
pushing
coffee-and-danish
on
the
5
to
11
A.M.
shift
six
days
a
week
,
had
taken
the
problem
over
and
broken
it
down
into
components
,
as
if
this
was
just
another
prelim
--
the
biggest
one
he
had
ever
taken
.
And
he
intended
to
pass
it
with
an
A
plus
,
one
hundred
percent
.
He
drove
to
Brewer
,
the
little
city
across
the
Penobscot
River
from
Bangor
.
He
found
a
parking
spot
across
the
street
from
Watson
's
Hardware
.
"
Can
I
help
you
?
"
the
clerk
asked
.
"
Yes
,
"
Louis
said
.
"
I
'd
like
a
heavy
flashlight
--
one
of
the
square
ones
--
and
something
I
can
hood
it
with
.
"
The
clerk
was
a
small
slim
man
with
a
high
forehead
and
sharp
eyes
.
He
smiled
now
,
but
his
smile
was
not
particularly
pleasant
.
"
Going
jacking
,
good
buddy
?
"
"
I
beg
your
pardon
?
"
"
Gon
na
jacklight
a
few
deer
tonight
?
"
