The Scratch. Andrew Taylor
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Название: The Scratch
Автор: Andrew Taylor
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Ужасы и Мистика
isbn: 9780008179779
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ANDREW TAYLOR
The Scratch
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First published in Great Britain by HarperCollinsPublishers 2016
Copyright © Andrew Taylor 2016
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Table of Contents
The first time I saw Jack was when Gerald brought him from the station. We thought it might be easier for Jack that way. We didn’t know what to expect, and nor did he. Jack had been seven or eight when Gerald had last seen him. Gerald appeared to have almost no memories of the meeting.
‘Jack was just a boy,’ Gerald said. ‘He was trying to make something out of Lego.’
‘But you must have some idea what he was like.’
‘Clare, I just can’t remember. OK?’ He hesitated, frowning. ‘I think it was some sort of spaceship, though. Star Wars? The Lego, I mean.’
The more I questioned him, the less certain Gerald became even of that.
When they arrived, I was standing at the landing window looking down on the top garden and the gate. Most of the house faced the other way, towards the Forest, but from the landing window you could see the lane, with more cottages beyond and the piece of waste ground where we and our neighbours parked our cars. I wasn’t exactly waiting for them but I had gone up to our room to change my skirt. We used to make the run to the station so often that I knew, almost instinctively, when they were due. On my way downstairs I paused by the window.
So yes, I suppose that in a way I was waiting. On some level I must have wanted to see Jack before СКАЧАТЬ