Hereafter. Tara Hudson
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Название: Hereafter

Автор: Tara Hudson

Издательство: HarperCollins

Жанр: Детская проза

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isbn: 9780007442676

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СКАЧАТЬ … jittery. I guess a case of nerves could survive even death.

      I nearly turned back, my previous resolve shrinking. My future hinged on Joshua and the outcome of our conversation. I felt this in my core, and I suddenly couldn’t fathom how I’d decided to face him with such bravado.

      But my feet were traitors. Or more loyal, depending on one’s perspective. They kept marching me down the road, through a parking lot and a thin grove of pines, past a cluster of empty benches, and to the only occupied one.

      Joshua sat, not on the bench but on the concrete table to which the bench was attached. He stared to his left, into the woods surrounding the picnic clearing. His profile—square jaw, high cheekbones, and full lips—made me shiver as a wave of desire and fear washed over me. I watched his black eyebrows pull together while he continued to study the forest. Perhaps he was thinking I had, in fact, stood him up.

      “Hey, Joshua.”

      Although I’d all but whispered, his head jerked toward me. Then a huge, radiant smile spread across his face. He jumped off the table and strode toward me, one arm lifted as if he intended to touch me.

      Instinctively, I took a quick step back.

      He stopped and frowned.

      “Uh … sorry. Too enthusiastic?”

      God, no. I just wasn’t ready for this to end before it starts.

      “No,” I said aloud. “Just … unexpected.”

      He laughed. “Sorry. I probably looked like a golden retriever or something. Big, dumb dog. But this was a little unexpected too, you know?”

      “How so?”

      “You showed up. Unexpectedly.” He half smiled, and the ghost of a dimple tugged at his cheek.

      I found myself smiling back a little too. “I aim to please.”

      “Then mission accomplished.”

      “Oh.”

      Brilliant, Amelia, I screamed in my head. Death had obviously not improved my vocabulary. Joshua’s half smile crept a little farther upward, possibly a sign of his amusement at the flustered look on my face.

      Unfortunately, our banter wasn’t going to last forever. He swept one hand back to the table like a maître d’. “A quiet park bench, as promised?”

      I sighed. No putting this off any longer, so it seemed. “Yeah, I guess it’s time.”

      Joshua’s eyebrows knit together as I strode past him to the bench.

      “Look,” he said, “I’m not going to conduct the Spanish Inquisition or anything.”

      “I know,” I said flatly.

      I sat down, feeling the pressure of the bench but not really the bench itself, and folded my hands in my lap. Joshua turned toward me but made no move to sit. I stared down at my lap and tried to ready myself for the inevitable ending. But there was something I needed to know first.

      “Before we get into explanations, can I ask you a question?”

      “Anything.”

      I looked up to see him shove his hands into the pockets of his jeans and tilt his head to one side. Judging by his stance, he was probably more than a little bewildered by my behavior, so I asked my question carefully.

      “Did you … intentionally drive off the bridge?”

      “Ha.” He barked out a sort of laugh. “Not exactly.”

      It was odd, but I thought he sounded almost embarrassed. I too tilted my head and raised one eyebrow, encouraging him to continue. He laughed again, a little sheepishly, and a flattering blush spread across his cheekbones.

      “The only thing I did intentionally was take a stupid shortcut.”

      I kept my eyebrow raised, so Joshua continued.

      “I was following a bunch of my friends to a party. For some crazy reason I decided to take a shortcut across High Bridge Road by myself. I have no idea why I did. My family practically forbids me to drive over the bridge since it’s such a death trap. Anyway, right before I crossed on to High Bridge, I thought I saw something in the river. I was distracted; and when I looked back at the road, I saw something dart out at me—a deer or a bobcat, maybe; it looked so black, I couldn’t be sure. I swerved to miss it and then my car spun out across the bridge. I must have hit my head on the steering wheel, because I really don’t remember any part of the crash after that. Thank God I’d rolled down the windows. I guess that’s how I got out of the car before I sank with it.”

      “And your friends got there so fast because …?”

      He gave an embarrassed shrug. “Because I … um … had the beer in my car.”

      As he finished, I exhaled slowly. I was grateful that at least one of my theories behind our interaction was wrong: suicide wasn’t our commonality; it was only our mutual deaths, however brief his had been.

      “Would it be weird, Joshua, if I said I’m glad?”

      “Why, because I like beer?”

      I smiled slightly. “No, because you didn’t mean to drive off the bridge.”

      He laughed. “Then that’s not weird at all. I wouldn’t exactly choose High Bridge for my exit scene, you know?”

      I gasped.

      Seeing my strange reaction, he spoke quickly, almost apologetically. “Sorry. I’m … Look, I don’t know what I’m saying. I’m not trying to upset you or anything. I guess … I mean … you really don’t have to do this. To tell me anything, that is.”

      “But I do,” I said, unable to keep the misery out of my voice. “I don’t really think I have a choice, if I ever want to talk to you again. If you’ll even want to talk to me, afterward.”

      “Why wouldn’t I want to talk to you?”

      His gentle tone, and the implication in his words, made me meet his gaze. With his strange blue eyes locked onto mine, I felt the little ache ignite again in my chest.

      “You won’t want to talk to me because I’m going to tell you the truth.”

      “And the truth will make me … what? Decide to shun you?” He grinned and raised one eyebrow, obviously skeptical.

      “Something like that,” I murmured.

      “I find that hard to believe,” he said as he momentarily broke our eye contact to walk over to the bench and finally sit beside me.

      “Actually, you’re probably going to find what I’m about to tell you hard to believe. But it’s the truth.”

      He clasped his hands and leaned closer to me, placing his elbows on his knees before raising СКАЧАТЬ