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Miles, que estaba de espaldas a Danby, levantó la cabeza del libro. Miró primero la cabeza inclinada de Diana y después la de Lisa. Cuando Diana comenzó a alzar la cabeza, Miles volvió su atención al libro. Diana miró primero la cabeza inclinada de Miles y después la cabeza inclinada de Lisa. Cuando ésta empezó a levantar la cabeza, Diana volvió su atención al libro. Lisa miró primero la cabeza inclinada de Diana y después la de Miles. Cuando éste comenzó a levantar la cabeza otra vez, Lisa volvió su atención al libro. Reinaba un profundo silencio. ↗
Brody felt a shimmy of fear skitter up his back. He was a very poor swimmer, and the prospect of being on top of—let alone in—water above his head give him what his mother used to call the wimwams: sweaty palms, a persistent need to swallow, and a ache in his stomach—essentially the sensation some people feel about flying. In Brody's dreams, deep water was populated by slimy, savage things that rose from below and shredded his flesh, by demons that cackled and moaned. ↗
Često dolaziš kod mene da se družimo. A meni i nije baš do druženja. Ali šta ću, na to sam te navikao. Pričaš da ne možeš da veruješ da je bio takav prema tebi i kako je mogao to da ti uradi, a ja te gledam i zamišljam: „Kako bih ti to uradio.” Svašta mi još pričaš. Iznosiš tajne, proš- lost, budućnost. Kažeš kako je super da me imaš, a ja te gledam i zamišljam: „Kako bi bilo super da te imam.” Iz dva ugla gledamo na istu stvar, a i ti živiš na drugom kraju grada, a između nas sto miliona ulica koje treba proći i vozovi su tako spori i vremena je malo, i često pada kiša, i ti radiš, i ja radim, i rođendani su nam tako ret- ko, i ostale razne stvari me sprečavaju a i teše. Drugačije nije ni moglo, zar ne? ↗
Ja sam prolećni vetar. Onaj što donosi leto. I ljubav. Onaj što nikad ne duva sredom. Ja se sjurim i udarim ti u lice i lice ti u osmeh pretvorim. Kada mi gledaš u leđa, suze ti pada- ju na vrhove cipela. Ja sam prolećni vetar. Onaj što donosi sjaj. Kradem ti tugu i kamenjem je zatrpam. Ja sam prolećni vetar, ne volim poeziju ali tvoj sam. Zato prolećni vetar budi i ti. ↗
He ran his fingers over the moist ends of her hair and across her face. Her eyes were wet. Jesus Christ. How many nights had he heard Lily crying. As some parents sleep through fire, thunderstorms, and voices at the back door only to wake at a child’s whisper, so Everett heard Lily crying at night. Her muffled sobs seemed to have broken his dreams for years. He had heard her even at Fort Lewis, even in Georgia, finally at Bliss. That was Lily crying in the wings whenever the priest came to tear up his mother’s grave. Lily cried in the twilight field where he picked wild poppies with Martha; Lily’s was the cry he heard those nights the kiln burned, the levee broke, the ranch went to nothing. ↗
