"Laymon, Richard - The Traveling Vampire Show" - читать интересную книгу автора (Laymon Richard)

He glanced from Slim to me. "Don't go anywhere, okay?" "We'll stay
right here," she told him. I nodded.

"Okay," he said. "I'll be back in a minute." He stepped off the dirt
road and made his way into the trees.

"Do you have to go?" Slim asked me.

"Nah."

"Me neither." She pursed her lips and blew softly through them. Then
she said, "Sure is hot in here."

"Yeah," I muttered. I was broiled and drenched and itchy, my clothes
sticking to me.

Slim's short blond hair was matted down in coils against her scalp and
forehead. Sweat ran down her face. As I watched, a drip gathered at
the tip of her nose and fell. Her white T-shirt was clinging to her
skin and I could see through it.

"This vampire better be worth it," she said.

"Too bad we won't get to see her."

Slim gave me half a smile. "If she's in her casket, we'll have to bust
her out of it. We're not gonna put ourselves through all this and not
get a look at her."

"I don't know," I said.

"Don't know what?" she asked, and pealed her T-shirt off. In spite of
her bikini top, she seemed to be mostly bare skin from the waist up.

She wadded her T-shirt and mopped the sweat off her face.

I looked the other way.

"What don't you know?" she asked.

For a moment, I wasn't sure what we'd been talking about. Then I
remembered. I said, "She isn't gonna be by herself. I don't think so,
anyway."

"You're probably right." Lowering the shirt away from her face, she
smiled and said, "She needs casket-handlers."

"Right."