"Charles de Lint - Make a Joyiful Noise" - читать интересную книгу автора (De Lint Charles)

sun shone in a gloriously blue sky and we were all out taking in the weather. Zia and I lounged on the
roof of the coach house behind the Rookery, black-winged cousins perched in the trees all around us,
and up on the roof of the Rookery, we could see Lucius’s girlfriend Chlöe standing on the peak, staring
off into the distance. That meant that Lucius was deep in his books again. Whenever he got lost in their
pages, Chlöe came up on the roof and did her wind-vane impression. She was very good at it.

“What are you looking at?” we asked her one day.

It took her a moment to focus on us and our question.

“I’m watching a wren build a nest,” she finally said.

“Where?” Zia asked, standing on her tip toes and trying to see.

“There,” Chlöe said and pointed, “in that hedge on the edge of Dartmoor.”

Neither of us were ever particularly good with geography, but even we knew that at least half a continent
and an ocean lay between us and Dartmoor.

“Um, right,” I said.

Other times she said she was watching ice melt in Greenland. Or bees swarming a new queen above a
clover field somewhere in Florida. Or a tawny frogmouth sleeping in an Australian rainforest.

After awhile we stopped asking. And we certainly didn’t fly over and ask her what she was looking at
today. We were too busy lounging–which is harder to do on a sloped roof than you might think–until Zia
suddenly sat up.

“I,” she announced, “have an astonishingly good idea.”

I’d just gotten my lounging position down to an absolute perfection of casualness, so I only lifted a
questioning eyebrow.

“We should open a store,” she said.

“Selling what?”

“That’s just it. It will be a store where people bring us things and we put them in the store.”

“And when it gets all filled up?”

She grinned. “Then we open another. We just keeping doing it until we have an empire of stores, all
across the country.”

“We don’t have the money to buy anything,” I said.

She nodded. “That’s why they’d have to just give us the stuff. We’ll be like a thrift shop, except we
wouldn’t sell anything we got.”

“That seems greedy. What do we need with things?”