"Davis, Jerry - Opposite Ends Meet Here" - читать интересную книгу автора (Davis Jerry)

"What is that?" His father stared at it with suspicion.
"This is an advance on my pay. I just got a new job."
"You quit the gym?"
"Well, not yet, but I have to this afternoon. I'm leaving the
planet."
"Where are you going?"
"I don't know yet."
"You don't know? What kind of job is this? What are you
doing?"
"Taking care of some rich lady. Here," Kyle said, peeling off
a few bills. "I'll keep this, you take the rest." He handed his
father the bulk of the cash. "This should last you quite a while."
His father held the cash in his hands as if he were unsure of
what to do with it. "Kyle, what is it you're doing for this rich
lady? She doesn't expect you to...?"
"No Dad. I'm her bodyguard."
"Bodyguard!" His father's expression brightened, a smile
coming to his wrinkled old face. "That you'd be good at!" He
thumbed through the cash for a moment, then tossed it onto a table.
"When are you leaving, son?"
"Early in the morning. I've got to go take care of some stuff
and then I'll be back, and we can spend some time together before I
leave."
"You feel right about this new job? I mean, in your gut?"
Kyle nodded. "Yes. I've got that feeling."
Kyle's father smiled, nodding, showing him the pride in his
eyes that he always had for his adopted son. "Trust that feeling,
Kyle. You've got good instincts. What life denied you in other
things, it made up for it in your instincts."
Kyle nodded. He'd heard all this before. "I'll be back in a
few hours, Dad." With that he headed for the front door.
Returning to his rented room, Kyle sorted through what little
possessions he had. He packed them up and took them down to the
local pawnshop. They bought it all: a folding bed, a communications
terminal, and some clothes. Then he settled with his landlord, paid
off some bills, and went to the market and bought some nice
leather. Knee pants, a vest, and a long coat in case he ended up
somewhere cold. He found a spacer's sack that would hold a few
things plus his gyro stick. After that he had just enough to buy
some of his father's favorite imported tea, which he took back to
his dad's house. Kyle meant to have a long father and son talk with
the old guy, wanting to thank him for everything he had ever done
for him. The words never did make it out of his mouth, as they
sounded too corny in Kyle's head. Instead, the two men silently
sipped tea together for most of the night. When the second pot was
gone, Kyle gave his dad a long hug, which expressed all the words
he'd intended to say anyway, and he left.

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