"Steven Popkes - [SS] Bread and Circus" - читать интересную книгу автора (Popkes Steven)

 “Oh, yeah. I froze it as soon as you ran off. That’s why it’s really going
to hurt.”

“It’s still pretty amazing you can just plug it back in.”

“You people play games with pint-sized dinosaurs and you think that’s
amazing?” Wilson laughed and gave him a bottle of pills.

As soon as Wilson was out the door, Myrna came in. She looked
different—same short hair, same tiny nose. Eyes were the same color but
wet: she’d been crying.

He didn’t have time to see much more. She was hugging him. “You
got your arm bit off. I’m going to smack Tom.”

“He didn’t mean it.”

“He did. He’s a dinosaur. He can’t help but mean it.”

Mike didn’t argue. He liked the feeling of her breasts beneath her
shirt. He liked the way she talked. He liked her smell. He could tell things
were going to get better. He had a feeling for these things.

She pulled back and looked at him and he figured out what it was.

“What’s the white stuff on your face?” He touched it. It felt like sand.

“Tile dust.”

“Ah.” He started to take both her hands, thought better of it, took only
one.

She smiled and it made the whole room light up. They didn’t speak for
a moment.

“I almost missed you today,” she said in a faint, scared voice.

He understood she wasn’t going anywhere. “Me, too.” Mike nodded
and took a deep breath. “Me, too.”