"Mary Rosenblum - Color Vision" - читать интересную книгу автора (Rosenblum Mary) “Hey, what color is that?” Jeremy asks. “I bet it’s dark purple.”
He always asks and it makes me smile. “Wrong,” I say. “It’s dark brown, like chocolate.” “Okay, want to tell me what’s wrong?” He’s walking right next to me now. “What’s with you and the new principal. Mr. Teleo-whatever?” “I don’t know.” I shrug. “Something weird happened. I think it was the color of his voice.” “What color was it?” “Silver. But not. . . not like color usually is. When I hear words, I just see blue or yellow or whatever. It doesn’t really get in the way of anything else I’m looking at. You know what I mean?” “So this did?” “Yeah, it did.” I’m watching him from the corner of my eye . . . waiting for him to stop believing me. “I felt it... and it kind of hurt. And it made me sick.” Never mind Mr. Beasley and the dish. “So how come?” And he’s frowning, but not like he doesn’t believe me. dad, so if Jeremy thinks I’m crazy, who cares? Well, I care, I guess. So I don’t say anything and just walk faster so he has to catch up. “You mean you walk this far every day?” He’s panting now. “Geez that’s bad. Why won’t the bus come pick you up?” The bus would, but buses are worse than class: I found that out a long time ago. “I don’t mind walking.” I cut through the woods before we get close to the house. Dad might be home and he’ll know in a second that something’s wrong. I’ve never lied to my dad, so I just head for the path I made back when I first found Cris. “Where are we going?” Jeremy looks around. “Want to come over to my house? This is Mom’s day at the high school and she won’t be home un-til five. We can go play that new Xbox game I got. Before Mom tries it out and takes it away from me. It’s real cool so it has to be psychologically damaging.” “We’re almost there,” I say. I guess I really do want him to meet Cris. “I ... I’ve got this friend. I need to talk to him is all.” |
|
|