"Picnic At Lac Du Sang" - читать интересную книгу автора (Masterton Graham)

They drove away from the house just as the rain was beginning to clear.
Baubay said, 'Where are you going? Montreal's back that way.'
Vincent handed him a folded route map. 'Lac du Sang,' he said. 'There's
one more thing I have to do.'


In the woods, he dug a shallow grave and buried Catherine's dessicated
body. He filled her face with earth and leaves. 'I'm sorry,' was all he
could think of to say. Afterward he stood by the edge of the water under a
clear blue sky.
'They came here and they wished,' he told Baubay. 'God, they couldn't have
known what they were wishing for, could they?'
'All I wish for is a new Mercedes,' said Baubay.
'I just wish that I could have woken up every night and found Catherine
lying next to me.'
'You can go back to Violette's and try out her daughter.'
'Forget it. I feel like her father. I brought her into the world, didn't
I? I watched her grow up.'
'In three hours? That's not fatherhood.'
'All the same, it was incredible. She just grew bigger and bigger, like
one of those speeded-up movies.'
'Sure she did.'
'She did, I swear it.'
'Sure.'
They climbed back into the car and drove away, leaving the waters of Lac
du Sang as still as ever.


Six weeks later, Baubay phoned to tell him that he had been promoted and
given a metallic gold 5OOSL as a company car. After that, Vincent awoke
two or three times every night, and fearfully reached out to make sure
that there was nobody lying on the other side of the bed.

Copyright © by Graham Masterton, 1997.