The Breakdown. B A Paris
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Название: The Breakdown
Автор: B A Paris
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Контркультура
isbn: 9781474050661
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‘It’s just that I don’t like the thought of you being on your own.’
His worry increases mine. ‘I wish you’d told me that before.’
‘You’ll be fine. Just make sure that the doors are locked before you go to bed.’
‘They’re already locked. I wish we had an alarm.’
‘I’ll have a look at the brochure when I get back,’ he promises.
I hang up and phone Rachel.
‘Are you doing anything tonight?’
‘Sleeping,’ she replies. ‘I’m already in bed.’
‘At nine in the evening?’
‘If you’d had the weekend I had, you’d have been in bed long ago. So if you’re phoning to ask me to go out, I’m afraid it’s a no.’
‘I was going to ask you to come round and share a bottle of wine with me.’
I hear a yawn on the other end of the phone. ‘Why, are you on your own?’
‘Yes, Matthew’s got an inspection at one of the rigs. He’s away all week.’
‘How about if I come and keep you company on Wednesday?’
My heart sinks. ‘What about tomorrow?’
‘I can’t, sorry, I already have something on.’
‘Wednesday it is, then.’ I can’t keep the disappointment from my voice.
‘Is everything OK?’ she asks, picking up on it.
‘Yes, everything’s fine. Go on, go to sleep.’
‘See you Wednesday,’ she promises.
I wander into the sitting room. If I’d told her that I’m nervous about being on my own, she’d have come straight round. I turn on the television and watch an episode of a series I’ve never seen before. Then, feeling tired, I go up to bed, hoping I’ll sleep straight through until the morning.
But I can’t relax. The house is too dark, the night too silent. I reach out and turn the light on, but sleep eludes me. I put my headphones on to listen to music but take them off again when I realise they’d mask the sound of someone creeping up the stairs. The two windows I found open, the one in the bedroom after the alarm man left on Friday and the one in the kitchen on Saturday play on my mind, as does the man I saw outside the house this morning. When the sun begins to rise and I find myself falling asleep, I don’t bother fighting it, telling myself that I’m less likely to be murdered in daylight than at night.
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