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Название: Icons

Автор: Margaret Stohl

Издательство: HarperCollins

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isbn: 9780007520848

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       For Lewis,

       writing partner and writer’s partner

       on and off the page

       GIVE SORROW WORDS.

      William Shakespeare, Macbeth

      Table of Contents

       Title Page

       Dedication

       Epigraph

       Prologue: The Day

       1. Happy Birthday to Me

       2. Presents

       3. The Pietà of La Purísima

       4. Tracks

       5. Diversions

       6. Four Dots

       7. A Decision

       8. Doc

       9. The Ambassador

       10. The Trigger

       11. Together Again

       12. Long Way Home

       13. Colonel Catallus

       14. Decisions

       15. Brutus

       16. Hall of Records

       17. Disappearing

       18. The Porthole

       19. The Hole

       20. Our Lady of the Angels

       21. Hux

       22. The Park

       23. The Observatory

       24. Ro

       25. Tima

       26. Lucas

       27. Fortis

       28. All Fall Down

       29. The Virus

       30. Birds

       Epilogue: The Grasslands

       Acknowledgments

       Copyright

       About the Publisher

       PROLOGUE

       THE DAY

      One tiny gray dot, no bigger than a freckle, marks the inside of the baby’s chubby arm. It slips in and out of view as she cries, waving her yellow rubber duck back and forth.

      Her mother holds her over the old ceramic bathtub. The little feet kick harder, twisting above the water. “You can complain all you want, Doloria, but you’re still taking a bath. It will make you feel better.”

      She slides her daughter into the warm tub. The baby kicks again, splashing the blue patterned wallpaper above the tiles. The water surprises her, and she quiets.

      “That’s it. You can’t feel sad in the water. There is no sadness there.” She kisses Doloria’s cheek. “I love you, mi corazón. I love you and your brothers today and tomorrow and every day until the day after heaven.”

      The baby stops crying. She does not cry as she is scrubbed and sung to, pink and clean. She does not cry as she is kissed and swaddled in blankets. She does not cry as she is tickled and tucked into her crib.

      The mother smiles, wiping a damp strand of hair from her child’s warm forehead. “Dream well, Doloria. Que sueñes con los angelitos.” She reaches for the light, but the room floods with darkness before she can touch the switch. Across the hall, the radio is silenced midsentence, as if on cue. Over in the kitchen, the television fades to sudden black, to a dot the size СКАЧАТЬ