"Folsom, Allan - The Day After Tomorrow" - читать интересную книгу автора (Folsom Allan)

Vera. Then his flight was announced and he waded through a sea of
milling passengers to the boarding area. Through the windshield he
could see his British Airways 747 being fueled and loi(led with baggage.

Turning away from the plane, he looked at his watch. It was nearly
eleven and Vera would be on board the H(verspeed, crossing the English
Channel to Calais. By the "kiiie ched her grandmother's, the two would
have little han ninety minutes before she rushed off to catch o o'clock
train to Paris.

miled at the thought of her helping the eighty-one-year-old lady open
birthday presents and then joke and laugh with her over cake and coffee
and wondered if by chance she would mention him. And if she did, how
the old woman would respond. And then, in his mind, he saw the
succession of goodbye hugs and farewells and chastisements for so short
a visit as Vera waited for her taxi that would take her to the railroad
station. Osborn had no idea where Vera's grandmother lived in Calais,
or even her last name for that matter. was it her maternal or paternal
grandmother?

It was then he realized it didn't make any difference. What he was
really thinking about was that Vera would be on the two o'clock
Calais-to-Paris train. In less than forty minutes his bags were pulled
from the 747 and he was in the check-in line for the British Airways
shuttle to Paris.

VER., WATCHED from the window of her first-class cornparlietit as the
train slowed and came into the station. She',l tried to relax and read
for the few short hours she'd bee!i on the train. But her mind had been
elsewhere and she'., had to put her reading material aside. What
impulse had caused her to introduce herself to Paul Osborn in Geki...va
in the first place? And why had she slept with him in Geneva and
then-gone with him to London? was it simply that she had been restless
and had acted on a wim the attraction of a handsome man, or had she
immediate sensed in him something else, a rare and kindred spirit who
shared on many levels an understanding of what ll really was and what it
could be and where it might lead ii, they were together?

Suddenly she was aware the train had stopped. People were getting up,
taking their luggage from the overhea4i racks and leaving the train. She
was in Paris. Tomor she would go back to work, and London and Geneva
Paul Osborn would be a memory.

Suitcase in hand, she stepped from the train and me along the platform
in a crowd. The air felt humid close as if it were about to rain.
"Verall, She looked up. "Paul?" She was astonished.

"In sickness and in health." He smiled, coming toward her out of the
crowd, taking her suitcase, carrying it foi her. He'd taken the shuttle
from London and then a cab from the airport to Gare du Nord, where they