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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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. Calm down, he said. Take a moment beforeyou speak. Oliver waited, staring at Langham.Thedetective s face showed how impatient he was forinformation, but this was Oliver s domain and hecalled the shots here.The breathing lightened,became less ragged, and a low humming began,like an abused kid trying to drown out the soundof his parents fighting.76 SARAH MASTERS It s all right.Just take your time.We re notgoing anywhere.And we re here for you.To helpcatch who did this to you.I know it s difficult.Know how painful this is for you.How muchhard work it is.But just focus on what you needto tell me, and if you can give me images, too,then that would be great.If not, no worries at all,okay? The humming stopped, leaving only the soundof breathing from all three of them.Eyes like madness.Couldn t get over them, theway they flickered like that.Eyes like madness.Didn t used to be that way.Weird.Can t get togrips with it.Didn t like it.They weren t real.Theywere& freaky.He s been tested on, like those kids.He wasn t like he was before& he said& he& It s okay.Slow down.Just take a deep breathand start at the beginning.Don t tell me aboutyour death, either, tell me about him.Concentrateonly on him. This guy was going to burn out his connectionif he wasn t careful, and then Oliver and Langhamwould be left with fuck all new to go on.He quicklyshielded his thoughts from Reynolds while he77 SUGAR STRANDSawaited his next outburst.Wouldn t do for the guyto feel under pressure.A huge sigh filled Oliver s mind, then:Yes, he s been given that stuff I found outabout.Been experimented on.He s like a super-human.Great strength.His eyes were okay untilhe&Another sigh.Mustn t think about the death, only him.Justthink about him and what he s like.Yes& He hada woman s wig on.Some kind of mask or make-up.So he knows.Oh, yes, he knows he s doing wrong;otherwise, he wouldn t wear a disguise, right? Heknows right from wrong, I know that.Yes, he wasbrought up right. You re doing well, Mark.Keep going. Langham squeezed past Oliver and went to sitat the top of the stairs but changed his mind afterstaring down at the carpet.It was probablybloodied.I ripped his wig off when he& I ripped it offbecause he shouldn t be wearing that.Didn t suithim.Never wore one before.Pulled out some of hisreal hair.Saw that on TV once.They said if you78 SARAH MASTERSwere attacked to try and rip out some hair, scratchskin so it went under your nails, gave the policesomething to go on.I did that.I was right, wasn tI? Right to do that? Even though it was him&Maybe I shouldn t have tried ratting him out likethat. Yes, Mark.Excellent.You did good.So whereare you? I m here with you. No, where is your body? He took me out of here.Put me in a van. Think about the van.What colour is it? Um, yeah, think.It was red.Dark red.Smallvan, like a car without back seats.You know thekind I mean? He s had it a while.Remember whenhe showed it to me before& Go on. He took me to this field.Muttered somethingabout some bitch being dumped up the way a bit.I didn t know who he meant, but I m guessing Iwasn t his first.Didn t think he d come for me.Nothim.Thought he was someone else; never thoughthe d be like that. Who? It s like you know him. 79 SUGAR STRANDSSilence. Was there a river nearby, Mark? Yes.I m& my body s on a bend of the river.It s& I m half in the water, half out.Like, my handsare in the water. Fuck. What? What did I say wrong? Nothing.It s fine.Keep going. Oliver thoughtof the water doing its damage, possibly takingaway those hairs, that skin beneath Mark s nails.The killer knew exactly what Mark had been upto.He said: There.A little bit of sweetness foryou. Then he sprinkled some of those things onme.You know the kind I mean? No.What things. Those things you get on cakes.Sprinkles overicing. Sugar strands? Yes, that s it.He said Grandmother used topour them into his mouth when he d been bad.Said they filled his mouth so he had troublebreathing.And she wouldn t let him spit them out.He had to sit there until they melted
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