"Susan Palwick - Going After Bobo" - читать интересную книгу автора (Palwick Susan)

thought about how I was going to get Bobo back down the mountain once I found
him. "I just—I just wanted to get Bobo, that's all. I thought I could go up there and it
would be OK. I've hiked in snow before."

"At night?" Letty asked. Then she sighed. "Mike, you know, a lot of people care
about Bobo. Your mom cares, and I care, and Rich Mills cares. He was a sweet cat,
and we know you love him. But we care about you, too."

"I'm fine," I told her. I wasn't sitting in the mouth of a mine during a snowstorm. I
wasn't registered with the sheriff's office.

"You wouldn't be fine if you went up on Peavine tonight," Letty said. "That's the
point. And even if Bobo's still alive—and I don't think he can be, Michael—you
can't help him if you're frozen to death in a gully somewhere. OK?"

I stared at the handheld, at the stationary signal. I thought about Bobo huddled in the
mouth of the mine, getting colder and colder. He hated being cold. "Is it true that
when you freeze to death," I said, "you feel warm at the end?"

"That's what I hear," Letty said. "I don't plan to test it."

"I don't either. That wasn't what I meant."

"Good. Don't do anything stupid, Mike. Search-and-rescue might not be able to get
you out of it."
I felt like I was suffocating. "I was putting food in my pack. An entire box of energy
bars. Ask Mom."

Letty shrugged. "Energy bars won't keep you from freezing."

"I know that."

"Good. And one more thing: don't you pay any mind to those Schuster and Flanking
kids. They're slime."

I jerked my head up. How did she know about that? She raised an eyebrow when
she saw my face, and said, "People talk. Folks at my office have kids in your
school. Those bullies are slime, Michael, and everybody knows it. Don't let them
give you grief. Your mother's a good person."

"I know she is." I wanted to ask Letty if she'd told Mom about Johnny and Leon,
wanted to beg her not to tell Mom, but the way adults did things, that probably
meant that telling Mom would be the first thing she'd do.

Letty nodded. "Good. Just ignore them, then."

It was easy for her to say. She didn't have to listen to them all the time. "That wasn't
why I was going out," I told her. "I was going after Bobo."

"I know you were," Letty said. "I also know nothing's simple." She folded her topo