"Ballingrud-SheFoundHeaven" - читать интересную книгу автора (Ballingrud Nathan)

Beep!

Yeah, uh, this is the lady with the Heaven, right? I'm the guy who lost it. It's
like what you said in the paper, it's all crinkled up, and it 's pretty short,
but still it's mine and I'd like to get it back. My name's Lance Washington, and
my number's 555-9038. Call me back as soon as you can, 'cause I need it pretty
bad.

Her apartment was small, but it had a large picture window that overlooked the
Gulf of Mexico. She kept the window open to admit the ocean breeze, which rolled
into her apartment carrying the scent of distance and the speeches of pelicans
and seagulls. Evening came, and she reclined on her couch so she could watch the
changing colors of the sky. As it turned from red to purple, and as the first of
the stars lit up behind the clouds, she closed her eyes, and it seemed to her as
though the physical fry which bound her to the earth fell away in great clumps,
and she rose off the couch and drifted out into the night. She floated above the
waters, her nightgown billowing in the sky like diaphanous wings, and it was
only the light spray of the ocean on her face that kept her from wheeling away
into the stars.

Beep!

Yes, hello, my name is Ruth Landis, I'm calling about your ad. I live in a rest
home here in northern Tampa, and a friend of mine showed it to me the other day
and said I should call. You see, my husband died last month, and I've lost my
faith in God. I haven't been able to pray or even read the Bible for weeks now,
and when I pass by the church on my way to the store l get to feeling cold. I
think you have my Heaven. Please, call me at Westlake Rest Home, and ask for
Ruth. They know I'm making this call. They're good people, and they hope I can
get my Heaven back, and I just know you were sent from God to give it to me. I
almost believe again, just seeing that ad. Call me. I'll be waiting.

Beep!

Yeah, this is Lance Washington, I called yesterday? Maybe you didn't get the
message. That Heaven you have is mine, I just know it is. And you know it's not
just me, it's my wife and kid too. It's kinda like a communal Heaven, you know?
We share it between us, and now we're all without. My kid, she's only seven
years old, and she don't understand why her daddy can't get no job. How do you
explain that to a seven-year-old kid? All she knows is her daddy goes to the
unemployment office every day. And I been married to Alice going on six years,
and she ain't once backed down from my side, she ain't once accused me of being
a bad father, even though sometimes I gotta do questionable things just so I can
put some food on the table, and keep the bills paid up. But she ain't
invincible, she can't put up with all this forever. Please, Ms. Baxter, call me
back. My humber's 555-9038, and I'm desperate. If you want me to beg it from
you, I will. If you want money, I'll get together what I can. I'm here most of
the day. Please call me. I don't know how much longer we can hold out.

Beep!