"Farewell Summer" - читать интересную книгу автора (Bradbury Ray)CHAPTER Fourteen THE EMERGENCY MEETING OF THE GREEN TOWN Board of Education was ready to begin. There were only two there beside Calvin C. Quartermain: Bleak and Miss Flynt, the recording secretary. He pointed at the pies on the table. "What's this?" said the other two. "A victory breakfast, or maybe a lunch." "It looks like pie to me, Quartermain." "It is, idiot! A victory feast, that's what it is. Miss Flynt?" "Yes, Mr. Gal?" "Take a statement. Tonight at sunset, on the edge of the ravine, I will make a few remarks." "Such as?" "Rebellious rapscallions, hear this: The war is not done, nor have you lost nor have you won. It seems a draw. Prepare for a long October. I have taken your measure. Beware." Quartermain paused and shut his eyes, pressed his fingers to his temples, as if trying to remember. "Oh, yes. Colonel Freeleigh, sorely missed. We need a colonel. How long was Freeleigh a colonel?" "Since the month Lincoln was shot." "Well, someone must be a colonel. I'll do that. Colonel Quartermain. How does that sound?" "Pretty fine, Cal, pretty fine." "All right. Now shut up and eat your pie." |
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