"Richard Wadholm - From Here You Can See The Sunquists" - читать интересную книгу автора (Wadholm Richard)

He smiled as Mrs. Sunquist twisted her lips to taste the sweetness of the fruit, the heat of
the red pepper. This was one of their quiet and indelible memories together. Mr.
Sunquist knew it.



"We can go back and see it, just exactly as it was," he told her.



"Nothing is ever exactly as it was," she said.



"In La Jetée it is," he said. This was not an article of faith on his part. In La Jetée it was a
simple fact.



"What about us? Will we be the same?"



"We will be what we've always been," he promised her. "You'll see."



***



It was in the nature of the world that their last journey to La Jetée should begin sweetly.
Just as the hours of canyon roads had become unendurable, something shimmered in
the air, a change of light or air pressure. The road took a turn and they found
themselves at the bottom of the cliff road, looking out at the city of their youth.



Mrs. Sunquist had been quiet these last two hours. Now, she could not help smiling. "It's
still the most beautiful place we ever lived," she said.



La Jetée glowed under the slanted light of evening, as vivid as a fever dream. Every little
outbuilding and café? a rich, ridiculous red. Every boat-repair a bitter aqua, a harsh
viridian.
Melancholy limned the moment. The Sunquists had agreed that this would be their last
trip to La Jetée. The baby was coming. They both had experienced things in La Jetée
that no one needed to grow up with, Mr. Sunquist had said so himself. That had been an