"Jack Dann - Ting-A-Ling" - читать интересную книгу автора (Dann Jack)

"Well, it's certainly . . . pink," Jimmy said as he moved toward the driver's side door. "Y
mind if I drive?"
"Yes, I do. I'm driving." Marilyn leaned toward him for a kiss.
"But I have something to show you," Jimmy said. "Give you a kick like nothing else."
"You drive like a maniac, Jimmy. You scare me."
"You drive any differently?"
"I may be as crazy as you, but this is my car. If anyone's going to mess it up, it's going to
me. Now get in."
Jimmy put on his pout face, jumped into the backseat-which was littered with slacks,
dresses, girdles, shoes, empty bottles of soda pop, receipts, candy wrappers, coat hangers,
magazines, blouses, and books- and then crawled into the passenger seat beside Marilyn. S
laughed and hugged him.
"What's all that garbage in the backseat? You're going to lose half of it in the wind."
"I don't care," she said, clinging to him. "You're right, it's all garbage." She smelled stro
of perfume. Joy, her favorite.
"You smell like a French whore."
Marilyn didn't reply; she just burrowed against him like a frightened child.
"You want to come inside and see my house?" Jimmy asked.
"No, I want to drive," and with that she shifted the car into reverse and stomped on the
accelerator. Tires spun in the gravel as the Caddy fishtailed backwards into the street. Jimm
was thrown against the dashboard. Marilyn changed gears and laid rubber as she accelerate
down the hill.
 "You're high as a goddamn kite," Jimmy said. "You didn't even look to see if anything w
coming, and you almost put my head through the windshield."
Marilyn giggled as she crossed over the double yellow line. "I love these wind-y roads,
except it's so easy to get lost."
"You're always getting lost."
"I found your house quick enough, didn't I?" She raced around and down the mountain
until she reached Mulholland Drive; then she turned onto the wide, straight road and
accelerated until the car began to shake. The pages of magazines in the backseat snapped in
wind, but miraculously the soiled dresses and blouses and slacks did not become airborne;
was as if they had all been carefully weighted down with heavier objects.
"Need to get your front-end fixed," Jimmy said.
Marilyn laughed and slowed down to eighty. There were few cars on the drive. She unti
her kerchief, and her blond hair, stiff from too many bleachings, was swept back by the win
"So what's your news?" Jimmy asked. "I heard about your negotiations with Fox. Word
that you're going to get a hundred grand a picture."
"And I'm going to have director approval, too. John Huston, Billy Wilder, and Joshua
Logan-they're already on the list. Fox isn't going to stick it to me again, I'll tell you that."
"We should be starting a company to make films. I'm going to be the best director you ev
saw. Nick Ray thinks so, and he's the best director I know."
"You think the sun sets in his ass," Marilyn said.
"Well, he hasn't done bad for me. Rebel without a Cause is going to be a big hit."
"I hope so. I pray it'll be a smash."
"I should have insisted on doing my next picture with Nick," Jimmy said. "Man, I hate
George Stevens. That bastard's got a God complex or something. He wouldn't even let me g
a race while I was working on his overblown abortion of a motion picture, and he wouldn't
me act either. All the good bits of Giant are on the floor. What an asshole. He couldn't wip
Nick's ass."
"So we're back to Nick's ass, huh?"