Golden Apples of the Sun. Ray Bradbury

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      “No, not tonight.”

      “You’re not the Ann Leary I knew.”

      “No, not at all, at all,” whispered Cecy, miles and miles away. “No, not at all,” said the moved lips.

      “I’ve the funniest feeling,” said Tom.

      “About what?”

      “About you.” He held her back and danced her and looked into her glowing face, watching for something. “Your eyes,” he said, “I can’t figure it.”

      “Do you see me?” asked Cecy.

      “Part of you’s here, Ann, and part of you’s not.” Tom turned her carefully, his face uneasy.

      “Yes.”

      “Why did you come with me?”

      “I didn’t want to come,” said Ann.

      “Why, then?”

      “Something made me.”

      “What?”

      “I don’t know.” Ann’s voice was faintly hysterical.

      “Now, now, hush, hush,” whispered Cecy. “Hush, that’s it. Around, around.”

      They whispered and rustled and rose and fell away in the dark room, with the music moving and turning them.

      “But you did come to the dance,” said Tom.

      “I did,” said Cecy.

      “Here.” And he danced her lightly out an open door and walked her quietly away from the hall and the music and the people.

      They climbed up and sat together in the rig.

      “Ann,” he said, taking her hands, trembling. “Ann.” But the way he said the name it was as if it wasn’t her name. He kept glancing into her pale face, and now her eyes were open again. “I used to love you, you know that,” he said.

      “I know.”

      “But you’ve always been fickle and I didn’t want to be hurt.”

      “It’s just as well, we’re very young,” said Ann.

      “No, I mean to say, I’m sorry,” said Cecy.

      “What do you mean?” Tom dropped her hands and stiffened.

      The night was warm and the smell of the earth shimmered up all about them where they sat, and the fresh trees breathed one leaf against another in a shaking and rustling.

      “I don’t know,” said Ann.

      “Oh, but I know,” said Cecy. “You’re tall and you’re the finest-looking man in all the world. This is a good evening; this is an evening I’ll always remember, being with you.” She put out the alien cold hand to find his reluctant hand again and bring it back, and warm it and hold it very tight.

      “But,” said Tom, blinking, “tonight you’re here, you’re there. One minute one way, the next minute another. I wanted to take you to the dance tonight for old times’ sake. I meant nothing by it when I first asked you. And then, when we were standing at the well, I knew something had changed, really changed, about you. You were different. There was something new and soft, something …” He groped for a word. “I don’t know, I can’t say. The way you looked. Something about your voice. And I know I’m in love with you again.”

      “No,” said Cecy. “With me, with me.”

      “And I’m afraid of being in love with you,” he said. “You’ll hurt me again.”

      “I might,” said Ann.

      No, no, I’d love you with all my heart! thought Cecy. Ann, say it to him, say it for me. Say you’d love him with all your heart.

      Ann said nothing.

      Tom moved quietly closer and put his hand up to hold her chin. “I’m going away. I’ve got a job a hundred miles from here. Will you miss me?”

      “Yes,” said Ann and Cecy.

      “May I kiss you good-by, then?”

      “Yes,” said Cecy before anyone else could speak.

      He placed his lips to the strange mouth. He kissed the strange mouth and he was trembling.

      Ann sat like a white statue.

      “Ann!” said Cecy. “Move your arms, hold him!”

      She sat like a carved wooden doll in the moonlight.

      Again he kissed her lips.

      “I do love you,” whispered Cecy. “I’m here, it’s me you saw in her eyes, it’s me, and I love you if she never will.”

      He moved away and seemed like a man who had run a long distance. He sat beside her. “I don’t know what’s happening. For a moment there … ”

      “Yes?” asked Cecy.

      “For a moment I thought—” He put his hands to his eyes. “Never mind. Shall I take you home now?”

      “Please,” said Ann Leary.

      He clucked to the horse, snapped the reins tiredly, and drove the rig away. They rode in the rustle and slap and motion of the moonlit rig in the still early, only eleven o’clock spring night, with the shining meadows and sweet fields of clover gliding by.

      And Cecy, looking at the fields and meadows, thought, It would be worth it, it would be worth everything to be with him from this night on. And she heard her parents’ voices again, faintly, “Be careful. You wouldn’t want to lose your magical powers, would you—married to a mere mortal? Be careful. You wouldn’t want that.”

      Yes, yes, thought Cecy, even that I’d give up, here and now, if he would have me. I wouldn’t need to roam the spring nights then, I wouldn’t need to live in birds and dogs and cats and foxes, I’d need only to be with him. Only him. Only him.

      The road passed under, whispering.

      “Tom,” said Ann at last.

      “What?” He stared coldly at the road, the horse, the trees, the sky, the stars.

      “If you’re ever, in years to come, at any time, in Green Town, Illinois, a few miles from here, will you do me a favor?”

      “Perhaps.”

      “Will you do me the favor of stopping and seeing a friend of mine?” Ann Leary said this haltingly, awkwardly.

      “Why?”

      “She’s СКАЧАТЬ