"Ron Goulart - Conversations with My Knees" - читать интересную книгу автора (Goulart Ron)

Mavis be going at midnight?

“To meet one third of the Scattergood Singers.”

Fully clothed, I now had a desire to leave the spare bedroom. “I
thought you were interested in locating the missing Dr. Dowling. What’s
Edmond Scully—I assume it’s him you’re alluding to—got to do with that?”

“All in good time,” said my maternal knee. “Now put on a warm coat,
the night’s turned a bit chilly.”

I took my fleece-lined car coat out of the hall closet. “Hey, how am I
going to follow Mavis? We only have one car, the Toyota, and she took that,
according to you.”

“On foot, dopey.”

“Then let’s hope she’s not going far.”

“Sausalito.”

“Sausalito? Christ, that’s at least fifteen miles from here.”

Walking down stairs, my right knee said, “Told you he was still dense,
in spite of all the improvements we’ve made.”

“Not dense, just a mite slow on the uptake.”

“What are you implying? That I’ve turned into some sort of Six Million
Dollar Man?”

“Wasn’t that obvious after this afternoon, buddy?”

“I suppose so, but—”
 “Less gab, more action.”

I stepped out into the night.

****

“Slow down a little, dude,” cautioned my right knee, “or you’ll overtake
her.”

“Don’t be so critical,” said my other knee. “After all, this is his maiden
run.”

I slowed my pace. “This is neat. I’ve been running for over fifteen
minutes and I’m not even winded. And I’m covering a mile or so every
minute. That’s beating every record.”