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Do celu tam się wysiada. Lec Stanisław Jerzy (pierw. de Tusch-Letz, 1909-1966)
A bogowie grają w kości i nie pytają wcale czy chcesz przyłączyć się do gry (. . . ) Bogowie kpią sobie z twojego poukładanego życia (. . . ) nie przejmują się zbytnio ani naszymi planami na przyszłość ani oczekiwaniami. Gdzieś we wszechświecie rzucają kości i przypadkiem wypada twoja kolej. I odtąd zwyciężyć lub przegrać - to tylko kwestia szczęścia. Borys Pasternak
Idąc po kurzych jajach nie podskakuj. Przysłowie szkockie
I Herkules nie poradzi przeciwko wielu.
Dialog półinteligentów równa się monologowi ćwierćinteligenta. Stanisław Jerzy Lec (pierw. de Tusch - Letz, 1909-1966)
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.The badguy came in and scared my mom. I know.But she s okay, and the bad guy s in jail. Beckett came and stopped him.And you and Rydercame, too. That s right. If Liam needed to talk about it, Owenconcluded, it worried at the kid. You don t have toworry, Liam.We ve got your back. Cause Beckett and Mom are getting married. Because of that, yeah, and just because. If the bad guy tries to come back, and Beckett s notthere, Harry and I will fight him, and Murphy ll call nine-one-one, then Beckett.We talked about it.We practiced. That s smart. And when the dogs get big, if he tries to come back,they ll bite him. Liam slid his gaze toward Owen. In thedumb ass. With a laugh, Owen gave Liam a light slap on thehead. Damn right. After dinner, while Clare hauled the boys up for abath, Owen relayed the conversation to Beckett. Bite him in the dumb ass.Kid s got a way.Clare and Italked to them after it happened.Played it down, butplayed it straight.Still, they heard stuff at school.SoHarry called a powwow, and they came to me about it. Keep the women out of it? Keep the women out of it? Beckett glanced toward the stairs. Maybe that s notpolitically correct, or even correct, but it feels right inthis case.They need to know we re covered, and that Itrust them to help take care of their mom. We d ve done the same. Yeah, we would.Speaking of, I was able to tell Clareabout that situation on the way home.You pitch theradio to a certain level, your voices to another, you canactually have a conversation that doesn t carry to thebackseats.Plus we used a lot of code. What did she say? What you d expect.Mom s entitled to a life.She s avital woman, Willy B s a good man.Blah blah.I meanshe s right, but still. It wasn t her mother and Willy B mostly naked in thekitchen. On a sigh, Beckett closed his eyes. And thank you forthat fresh image to add to my growing collection. We could start trading them, like baseball cards. That triggered a laughing shake of the head. Theother thing? When I talked to Clare about it, she didn treally seem surprised. What do you mean? Owen lowered his after-dinnerbeer. Like she already knew? That or one of those woman s radar deals.With stufflike this? They re kind of like bats.Anyway, I started toask her, but then Harry and Murphy started on each ask her, but then Harry and Murphy started on eachother, and that was the end of adult conversation. The thought slapped hard into his brain. If Clarealready knew, then Avery.Son of a bitch. Coulda been that radar. Avery s a woman.She has radar.She s as much of abat as any of them.Plus, it s her father groping ourmother. Stop.Stop. Beckett covered his ears. If she knew, she should ve told me. Now the thoughtrooted in his brain, sprouted like a weed. I d ve toldher. We know now.And I guess we re going to have toget used to it. Owen started to respond, but Harry ran in, shiny fromhis bath in his X-Men pajamas, and announced a Wiitournament.Roped in, Owen gave it an hour.He liked the kids, heliked Wii, but he just couldn t get the idea of Averykeeping the situation from him out of his head.He chewed at it all the way home, sat in the truckchewing over it some more.Then he turned around,drove back to town.He went into Vesta from the back. Hey, Owen! Franny stood behind the counter slicingup a large pizza. What can we get for you? Is Avery around? You just missed her.She s running some deliveries.More people calling in than coming in tonight.I m More people calling in than coming in tonight.I mclosing, so she s going to go right on up when she getsback.I can give her a call if it s important. No.Nothing important.I ll catch her later.How areyou feeling? Back to normal.Are you really opening the inn nextmonth? Yeah, we are. I m spreading the word. Keep spreading.I ll see you later, Franny. He went out the back and, after a quick debate, wentup the stairs rather than down.She had to come back sometime.He considered the fact that he had keys; he was thelandlord after all.But that crossed the line.Instead, he sat on the floor outside her apartmentdoor, took out his phone.He passed the time readingand answering emails, texts.He checked the time, wondered where the hell herdeliveries were? Portugal?He wished he d hit Franny up for coffee, tried toentertain himself with some Angry Birds.He closed his eyes just to rest them for a minuteand the restless night caught up with him.He fell asleepon the floor, his trusty phone still in his hand. CHAPTER SIXHAULING GROCERY BAGS, Avery shoved open the stairwelldoor, adjusted her load.Out of habit she paused on thelanding, checked the lock on Vesta s rear door, thenclimbed up to her apartment level.And stopped, frowning at the picture of Owenpropped against her door, eyes closed, phone in hand. What s the deal? she demanded, and when he didn trespond realized he was dead asleep. For God s sake. Muttering, she stepped closer, kickedhim. Ow! What? Damn it. What the hell are you doing? Waiting for you. Annoyed, he rubbed his hip whereher shoe canary yellow tonight had hit. Where thehell were you? I had deliveries, then I swung into the grocery store.I ran into a friend, and we. She stopped, glared. Why am I explaining to you? Why are you sleeping onthe floor in front of my apartment? Because you weren t home.I wasn t sleeping.I wasjust.thinking. He pushed to his feet, blinked at her. Your hair s wet. It s spitting some sleet.Move, will you? These are It s spitting some sleet.Move, will you? These aregetting heavy. He blinked again, then reached out and took the bags.She unlocked the door, walked in ahead of him.He crossed the living room, went straight to thekitchen, dumped the bags on the counter.Watching him,she peeled off her coat, unwound her scarf. How longwere you out there? What time is it? Even as he checked his watch, she arched hereyebrows. It s what-the-hell s-going-on o clock. Shetossed her coat and scarf over the back of a chair on herway to the counter. That s what I want to know. You re the one sleeping on the doorstep, she said asshe began stowing groceries.Unlike her living room,which he considered messy, and she considered a livingroom, her cupboards and refrigerator were meticulouslyorganized. I wasn t sleeping.I maybe nodded off for a minute,and that s beside the point. What point? You knew.You knew what was going on, and didn ttell me. I don t tell you a lot of things. Eyes narrowed onhim, she began plucking eggs out of the carton andlaying them in the bin. Be more specific. You knew your father was sleeping with my mother. You knew your father was sleeping with my mother. The egg slipped out of her fingers, hit the floor like alittle bomb. What? Okay, you didn t know. Owen stuffed his hands inhis pockets. Now you know. I say again, what? My mother, your father. At a loss, he pulled hishands free, rolled them in the air. Get out.Really? No. She laughed a little, yanked offsome paper towels, dampened them to deal with thebroken egg. You must ve had some dream while youwere camped at my door. Yes, they are and no, I didn t. Still shaking her head, she dampened another towel,scrubbed off the tile. Where do you get this? On a shorttrip to Bizarro World? From me.Myself.My own freaking eyes. He forkedhis fingers, pointed at them. I went over to the housethis morning.I walked in on them. Avery s jaw dropped as she slowly straightened. Youwalked in on your mom and my dad? In bed? No.Thank God.They were in the kitchen
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