"Sean McMullen - Walk to the full moon" - читать интересную книгу автора (McMullen Sean)

"Maybe you could help her build a fire, roast a joint of meat," my uncle suggested.

"Me?" I exclaimed. "Cook a roast? I've never even boiled an egg."

"Well then, time to learn." He laughed, without much mirth.

It turned out that I had three advantages over the clinic's staff and my uncle's police: long hair, a
beard, and a calf-length coat. It made me look somehow reassuring to the girl, but days passed
before I realized why.

I entered the garden with a bundle of wood and a leg of lamb. The girl's eyes followed me warily. I
stopped five meters from her and sat down. I put a hand on my chest and said, "Carlos." She did not
reply. I shrugged, then began to pile twigs together in front of me. The girl watched. I reached into a
pocket, took out a cigarette lighter, and flicked it alight. The girl gasped and shrank back against the
wall. To her it probably looked as if the flame was coming out of my fist. Calmly, I lit the twigs, slipped
the lighter back into my pocket, and piled larger sticks onto the fire.

My original plan had been to roast the meat, then gain the girl's trust by offering her some. I placed
the leg in the flames -- but almost immediately she scampered forward and snatched it out.