"Robert McCammon - Doom City" - читать интересную книгу автора (McCammon Robert R)

That light ... so strange. Not like June light. More like ... yes, like winter
light.
Sarah got out of bed and walked across the room. She pushed aside the
white curtain and peered out, squinting.
A grey fog hung in the trees and over the roofs of the houses on Baylor
Street. Thunder rumbled in the distance, and Sarah Forbes said, “Brad?
Honey? Take a look at this.”
He didn’t reply, nor did he stir. She glanced at him, saw the wave of his
dark hair above the sheet that was pulled up over him like a shroud.
“Brad?” she said again, and took a step towards the bed.
 And suddenly Sarah remembered what he’d said last night, when she’d
sat up in a sleepy daze to watch the lightning crackle.
I’m cold, I’m cold.
She grasped the edge of the sheet and pulled it back.


The End