"Nancy Kress - Oaths and Miracles" - читать интересную книгу автора (Kress Nancy)

sound oddly indifferent. Jeanne had heard that sound once, from a jack
rabbit caught in a coyote trap, resigned to dying.

"Keep walking," Jeanne hissed, although Sue Ann hadn't stopped.

One mile, two . . . the parking lot seemed endless. At this end there
were no limos, no Caddys, no Porsches. Jeanne had left her Escort
beside a wooden fence, hoping for some afternoon shade. Now the
fence was a shadowed looming barricade. It could hide anything. . . .

She shoved Sue Ann into the car, locked her door, and scrambled into
the driver's side. On the highway, Jeanne suddenly felt better and then,
a few minutes later, worse. Another wave of vertigo took her and the
car swung to the left. She pulled it back into the lane.

"Cadoc," Sue Ann said tonelessly. "Verico. Cadaverico."
"Will you shut up with that stuff?" A joke that will make me dead.
"Listen, Susie, where are your family? Your parents?"

"No parents."

"Sisters, then. Or brothers. Anybody."

"Nobody."

"Damn it, you must have somebody! Everybody's got somebody!"

"I had Carlo."

Jeanne wanted to slap her. Instead she kept her eyes on the entrance to

McCarron Airport. A jet screamed overhead, landing. Her abdomen
began grinding again and something wet and sticky slid between her
legs.

Her period. Now.

"Susie, where can you go? With who? Think, damn it!"

Sue Ann's voice, for the first time, lost a little of its toneless despair.
"My cousin Jolene. In Austin ..."

"Fine. Cousin Jolene, then. Fine." She would put the ticket on Visa. If
there was still room, there had to still be room, but she'd bought those
snakeskin boots-

Jeanne parked in Short Term Parking and yanked open Sue Ann's
door. The movement made another gob of blood spurt between her
legs-she could feel it, oozing through her body stocking and around her
G-string. Her fucking period always started at the wrong time, and it