"Christopher Moore - The Stupidest Angel" - читать интересную книгу автора (Moore Christopher)

"Right there, Dale. Wait," Theo said


Theo ascertained that Lena had only had the wind knocked out of
her and was going to be okay, then addressed the stocky contractor,
who had paused with one boot on the running board, as if he'd be on
his way as soon as the hot air cleared out of the truck.
"What happened here?"


"The crazy bitch hit me with that bell of hers."


"Did not," gasped Lena


"I got a report you hit her with a bag of ice, Dale. That's assault."


Dale Pearson looked around quickly and spotted the crowd of
women gathered by the window over at the gym. They all looked
away, heading for the various machines they had been on when the
debacle unfolded. "Ask them. They'll tell you she had that bell right
upside my head. I just reacted out of self-defense."


"He said he'd donate when he came out of the store, then he didn't,"
Lena said, her breath coming back. "There's an implied contract
there. He violated it. And I didn't hit him."


"She's a fucking nutcase." Dale said it like he was declaring water
wet — like it was just understood.


Theo looked from one of them to the other. He'd dealt with these two
before, but thought it had all come to rest when they'd divorced five
years ago. (He'd been constable of Pine Cove for fourteen years —
he'd seen the wrong side of a lot of couples.) First rule in a domestic
situation was separate the parties, but that appeared to have already
been accomplished. You weren't supposed to take sides, but since
Theo had a soft spot for nutcases — he'd married one himself — he
decided to make a judgment call and focus his attention on Dale.
Besides, the guy was an asshole.


Theo patted Lena's back and loped over to Dale's truck.


"Don't waste your time, hippie," Dale said. "I'm done." He climbed