"Bradley-WeLoveLydiaLove" - читать интересную книгу автора (Bradley Denton)

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"I'm going to kill myself," Lydia says. Her voice is a monotone.

Oh shit.

Don't worry. This is old news. She craves drama, and if she doesn't get it, she
invents it. Ignore her.

She's threatening suicide. I'm not going to ignore that.

I would.

Well, Willie wouldn't.

Sure he would. CCA wouldn't pick a new Christopher who didn't have the same
basic character traits as the old Christopher.

Shut up. I've got to concentrate on Lydia.

But she's already disappeared from the doorway. I zoned out, and she's gone to
kill herself.

No, she's gone to eat or get wasted. Or both.

Fuck off. Just fuck off.

That's no way to talk to yourself.

I run down the hallway, yelling for her. She's not in any of the bedrooms, the
kitchen, the dining room, the front room, or the garage. Not out on the deck or
in the back yard. But she could be hidden among the trees, hanging herself. She
could already be dead, and it would be me that killed her. Just because I wanted
a break, just because I made a deal with CCA, just because I flew off and died
on a mountainside, leaving her alone and unable to write or sing.

And at that thought I know where she is. She's where her music has lain as if
dead all these months. She's gone to join it.

So I find her down in the studio, sitting cross-legged on the floor. She's
plinking on a Guild acoustic, but the notes are random. She's staring at the
carpet, paying no attention to what she's playing. I sit down facing her.

She looks Like a toad.

No, she's beautiful. Look at her fingers. They're slender, but strong.
Dangerous. Can't you see that?

Sure. But seeing it isn't enough.