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

"Probably it is," Slim threw in.

So I said, "If Valeria is a vampire, which she isn't ... A, she's not
even here yet. And B, even if she gets here, she can't do squat to us
till after dark. And we'll be long gone by then." "Think so?" Rusty
asked. "I know so." Sure I did.

 I eased myself down on my back. The tarpaper felt grainy against my
bare skin, but at least it wasn't scorching hot the way it might've
been on a sunny day.

"What're you doing?" Rusty asked. "What does it look like?" "We've
gotta get out of here."

I shut my eyes, folded my hands across my belly, and said, "What's the
big hurry?"

"You wanta get caught up here when they show up?"

Slim asked, "Why not? We came to see Valeria, didn't we?"

"To get a look at her--not to get caught at it."

"I'd rather get caught at that," Slim said, "than get my butt chewed by
Old Yeller."

Rusty was silent for a while. Then he said with sort of a whine in his
voice, "We can't just stay up here."

"It isn't just the dog," I told him. "The longer we wait, the less
Slim'll bleed on the way home."

"But they're gonna show up."

"Maybe they'll have bandages," Slim said.

"Very funny."

"Let's give it an hour," I suggested.

"If we're real quiet," Slim said, "maybe the dog'll go away." "Sure it
will," Rusty muttered.

Then I heard some scuffing sounds. Turning my head, I opened my eyes.
On the other side of Slim, Rusty was lying down. He let out a loud
sigh.

The way we were all stretched out reminded me of the diving raft at
Donner's Cove. Whenever we swam at the Cove, we always ended up