"Tim LaHaye - Left Behind Kids 02 - Second Chance" - читать интересную книгу автора (LaHaye Tim)

"The important thing now is," he finally managed, "what areyou gonna do?"

Ryan sat in the grass in the darkness and put his face between his knees. Though his voice was muffled,
Lionel could make out what he was saying. "I have no idea what I'm gonna do. I'm not going to be able
to stand being in that house all by myself, I know that. I thought maybe I'd just gather up a bunch of stuff
and pitch my tent in the back-yard. I guess I can stand going in there for food and the bathroom, but I
wouldn't want to live in there. And I sure wouldn't want to sleep in there."

"Me either," Lionel said. "My house has my family's clothes all over the place, right where they left them
when they disappeared."

"I wish mine did," Ryan said. "Then I wouldn't have to believe all this stuff about everybody who
disappeared going to heaven."

Lionel nodded, but said nothing.

"I don't s'pose you'd want to help me get my tent set up?"

"Sure I would," Lionel said. "I've got noth-ing else to do."
"It's just a couple of blocks from here," Ryan said. "Thanks, Lyle."

"It's Lionel."

"Sorry. Like the train?"

"Uh-huh."

A few minutes later Lionel and Ryan were digging around in the garage at Ryan's house. Lionel saw
Ryan occasionally looking at the door that led into the kitchen. "You want something in there?" Lionel
said. "I'll get it for you."

"Iam getting a little hungry," Ryan said. "It's just that I don't want to go in there yet."

"I'll get you whatever you want," Lionel said. "You want me to just find whatever I can in the refrigerator
and the cupboards?"

The Daleys' kitchen was similar to Lionel's own. He could hear Ryan dragging stuff from the garage to
the backyard, and he hoped the boy would invite him to stay. Lionel would have to go home and get
some of his stuff, but he didn't want to be in his house any more than Ryan wanted to be in this one.

Lionel found a bunch of snacks and soft drinks and went directly into the backyard from the kitchen. He
wondered if Ryan would be too shy to invite him. "You want some company tonight?" Lionel offered.

"You'd stay with me?"

"Sure! I don't want to be alone tonight any more than you do."

Once the tent was set up--- snacks, flash-lights and all--- the boys headed toward Lionel's house, just
over a mile away. Ryan wasn't saying much. Lionel had never been a big talker either, but when he
wasn't talking he felt like crying, and he assumed Ryan felt the same. "I guess we don't have to worry