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

Can't say, Mavis. He ain't never been in much trouble. Always a first
time, though.

I wonder if you oughta tell his folks how you saw him out there.

I better. If he was my boy, I'd wanta know.

And so it would go. In Grandville, not only does everyone know
everyone, but they figure your business is their business. Nowdays,
you hear talk that "It takes a village to raise a child." You ask me,
it takes a village to wreck a child for life.

In Grandville, you felt like you were living in a nest of spies. One
wrong move and everyone would know about it. Including your parents.

After giving the matter some thought, I decided I didn't want to be
seen on Route 3 by anyone. So every time I heard a car coming, I
hurried off and hid in the trees until it was out of sight.

I hid, but I kept my eyes on the road. If something that looked like a
Traveling Vampire Show should go by, I wanted to know about it. I
planned to call off my mission to town and run back to Janks Field.

When I wasn't busy dodging off to hide from cars, I wondered how best
to get my hands on one.

My first thought had been to borrow Mom's car. But on second thought,
she never let me take it without asking where I wanted to go. Janks
Field was supposed to be offlimits. She would be very angry (and
disappointed in me) if I told her my true destination. Lying to her,
how ever, would be even worse. "Once people lie to you," she'd told
me,

"you can never really believe them again about anything," Very true. I
knew it then and I know it now. So I couldn't lie to her.

Which meant I couldn't borrow her car.

And forget about Dad's.

Both my brothers owned cars, but they loved to rat me out. No way
could I go to either of them .... And then I thought of Lee, my brother
Danny's wife.

Perfect:

She would let me use her old red Chevy pickup truck, and she wouldn't
yap.