"David Eddings - Losers, The" - читать интересную книгу автора (Eddings David)

"She's always been a delicate woman, you know, and I'm afraid all of this has been too much for her-your father's death, your accident, all of it. She's a little-well-disoriented. Her doctors say that she'll come out of it eventually, but it's going to take time."

"I'd better go home. I can get around now-a little. I'll see if they'll discharge me."

"Uh-that's going to be a problem, Rafe. You see, what's happened is that your mother has-well, sort of retreated. I mean, she's not catatonic or anything, but it's just that in her mind none of this has really happened. As far as she's concerned, your father's away on a business trip, and you're off at college. She's perfectly happy-talks about you both all the time. The doctors think that it might be best to keep her that way for the time being. If you came back with your-on crutches, that is-she'd have to face things she's just not ready to come to grips with yet."

"I see."

"I hate to have to be the one to tell you, but it's better coming from me than from somebody else. Just give her a little time, that's all. Write to her from time to time-that sort of thing. I'll keep you posted on her progress."

"Thanks for telling me, Uncle Harry."

"That's what family is for. If you're not too tired, there are a couple of other things I need to discuss with you."

"I'm fine," Raphael told him.

"Okay, Rafe." Uncle Harry opened his briefcase. "Financially you're pretty well off."

"Sir?"

"You'll have a fairly comfortable income. Edgar-your father-had a number of insurance policies. Edgar was always very interested in insurance."

"He was a careful man."

"That he was, Rafe. That he was. The policies will cover all your medical expenses here and give you an income besides-not very big, actually. Walking-around money is about all. You'll also be receiving Social Security disability benefits."

"I've never had a job, Uncle Harry-not a real one. I'm not eligible for Social Security."

"You worked for four summers at the mill back in Port Angeles."

"That wasn't a real job, Uncle Harry. The owner hired me because of my father-and because I was a football player."

"They withheld Social Security from your check, didn't they?"

"Yes."

"Then you're entitled. Don't rush out and make any down payments on any castles, though. What's really got you set up is the settlement you got from the railroad."

"Settlement? What settlement?"

"I told you about that the last time I was here. I had you sign some papers, remember?"

"To be honest with you, Uncle Harry, there are some big gaps in what I remember. The painkillers sort of erase things."

"I suppose they do at that. Well, to cut it short, the railroad's insurance company got in touch with me not long after your accident. They made an offer."

"What for? It was my fault. I was drunk and driving too fast. It wasn't the train's fault."

"You don't necessarily have to make an issue of that, Rafe-not that it really matters now, I guess. The railroad didn't want a messy court case. Jurors in this part of the country are a little unpredictable where railroads are concerned. It's cheaper in the long run for the railroad to make an offer in any case where there are personal injuries. Those ten-million-dollar judgments really bite into company profits. Anyway, you'll be getting a monthly check from them. I still wouldn't get my heart set on any castles, though. If you don't go hog-wild, you'll get by okay. I'll put the money-your settlement, your insurance, and your Social Security check all in the bank back home for you. You remember Anderson, don't you?"