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

I sprawled on the tarpaper, gasping for air, my heart whamming. While
I tried to recover, Slim sat cross-legged beside me and patted my chest
and said things like, "Wow," and "You saved my life," and "You were a
wild man and so on, all of which made me feel pretty good.

While that went on, Rusty stood near the edge of the roof, leaning over
the big wooden BEER---SNACKS--SOUVENIRS sign to keep an eye on the dog.
He said, "It's still down there" and "I don't think it's even damaged
from all that," and "How the shit are we gonna get outa here?" And so
on.

After a couple of minutes, I sat up and looked at Slim. There were
scratches on her face, shoulders, chest, arms and on the backs of her
hands. She even had claw marks on the top of her right breast, running
down to the edge of her bikini top. Those weren't bleeding, though. A
lot of her scratches hadn't gone in deeply enough to draw blood but
some had.

"It really got you," I said.

"At least it didn't bite me. Thanks to you."

Looking over his shoulder, Rusty said, "You'll still have to get rabies
shots." He sounded almost pleased by the idea. "Screw that," Slim
said. "You will," Rusty insisted.

"You want to take a look at my back?" Slim asked me.

I crawled around behind her and winced. Her back, bare to the waist
except for the tied strings of her bikini, was dirty and running with
blood from her fall on the ground. In at least rive places, bits of
broken glass were still embedded in her skin.

"Oh, man," I muttered.

Rusty came around for a look and said, "Good going."

"I try my best," said Slim, smiling.

I started picking the pieces of glass out of her.

"You're gonna need a tetanus shot, too," Rusty told her.

"No way," Slim said.

"Besides," I said, "she had a tetanus shot last year after that moron
stabbed her."

"That's right," Slim said.