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I truly did want to and of course I didn't really want to explore
Deborah.Certainly not. And yet here was my big brother, wanting to play,
surely a rare enough opportunity. More than our ties of mutual parent, far
more,was the fact that he was like me. You couldn't really know, I said,
sounding far more uncertain than I would have thought possible.
I didn't know, he said. But I thought there was a very good chance. The
same thing happened to both of us. His smile broadened and he lifted a
forefinger into the air. The Traumatic Event you know that term? Have you
done any reading on monsters like us?
Yes, I said. And Harry my foster father but he would never say exactly
what had happened.
Brian waved a hand around at the interior of the little box. This happened,
little brother.The chain saw, the flying body parts, the . . .blood With
that same fearful emphasis again. Two and a half days of sitting in the
stuff. A wonder we survived at all, isn't it?Almost enough to make you believe
in God. His eyes glittered and, for some reason or other, Deborah squirmed
and made a muffled noise. He ignored her. They thought you were young enough
to recover. I was just a bit over the age limit. But we both suffered a
classic Traumatic Event. All the literature agrees. It made me what I am and I
had a thought that it might do the same for you.
It did, I said, exactly the same.
Isn't that nice, he said. Family ties.
I looked at him.My brother. That alien word. If I had said it aloud I am sure
I would have stuttered. It was utterly impossible to believe and even more
absurd to deny it. He looked like me. We liked the same things. He even had my
wretched taste in jokes.
I just I shook my head.
Yes, he said. It takes a minute to get used to the idea that there are two
of us, doesn't it?
Perhaps slightly longer, I said. I don't know if I
Oh, dear, are we being squeamish? After what happened? Two and a half days
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of sitting here, bubba. Two little boys, sitting for two and a half days
inblood , he said, and I felt sick, dizzy, heart floundering, head hammering.
No, I gagged, and I felt his hand on my shoulder.
It doesn't matter, he said. What matters is what happens now.
What happens, I said.
Yes. Whathappens.Now. He made a small, strange, snuffling, gurgling noise
that was surely intended to sound like laughter, but perhaps he had not
learned to fake it as well as I had. I think I should say something like: My
whole life has been leading up to this! He repeated the snuffling sound. Of
course, neither one of us could manage that with real feeling. After all, we
can't actually feel anything, can we? We've both spent our lives playing a
part. Moving through this world reciting lines and pretending we belong in a
world made for human beings, and never really human ourselves. And always,
forever, reaching for a way tofeel something! Reaching, little brother, for a
moment just like this! Real, genuine,unfaked feeling! It takes your breath
away, doesn't it?
And it did. My head was whirling and I did not dare to close my eyes again
for fear of what might be waiting there for me. And, far worse, my brother was
right beside me, watching me, demanding that I be myself, be just like him.
And to be myself, to be his brother, to be who I was, I had to, had to what?
My eyes turned, all by themselves, toward Deborah.
Yes, he said, and all the cold happy fury of the Dark Passenger was in his
voice now. I knew you'd figure it out. This time we do it together, he said.
I shook my head, but not very convincingly. I can't, I said.
You have to, he said, and we were both right. The feather touch on my
shoulder again, almost matching the push from Harry that he could never
understand and yet seemed every bit as powerful as my brother's hand, as it
lifted me to my feet and pushed me forward; one step, two Deborah's unblinking
eyes were locked onto mine, but with that other presence behind me I couldn't
tell her that I was certainly not going to
Together, he said. One more time.Out with the old.In with the new.Onward,
upward, inward ! Another half step Deborah's eyes were yelling at me, but
He was beside me now, standing with me, and something gleamed in his hand,
twosomethings . One for all, both for one Did you ever readThe Three
Musketeers ? He flipped one knife into the air; it arced up and into his left
hand and he held it out toward me. The weak dim light grew on the flat of the
blades he held up and burned into me, matched only by the gleam in Brian's
eyes. Come on, Dexter.Little brother. Take the knife. His teeth shone like
the knives. Showtime. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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I truly did want to and of course I didn't really want to explore
Deborah.Certainly not. And yet here was my big brother, wanting to play,
surely a rare enough opportunity. More than our ties of mutual parent, far
more,was the fact that he was like me. You couldn't really know, I said,
sounding far more uncertain than I would have thought possible.
I didn't know, he said. But I thought there was a very good chance. The
same thing happened to both of us. His smile broadened and he lifted a
forefinger into the air. The Traumatic Event you know that term? Have you
done any reading on monsters like us?
Yes, I said. And Harry my foster father but he would never say exactly
what had happened.
Brian waved a hand around at the interior of the little box. This happened,
little brother.The chain saw, the flying body parts, the . . .blood With
that same fearful emphasis again. Two and a half days of sitting in the
stuff. A wonder we survived at all, isn't it?Almost enough to make you believe
in God. His eyes glittered and, for some reason or other, Deborah squirmed
and made a muffled noise. He ignored her. They thought you were young enough
to recover. I was just a bit over the age limit. But we both suffered a
classic Traumatic Event. All the literature agrees. It made me what I am and I
had a thought that it might do the same for you.
It did, I said, exactly the same.
Isn't that nice, he said. Family ties.
I looked at him.My brother. That alien word. If I had said it aloud I am sure
I would have stuttered. It was utterly impossible to believe and even more
absurd to deny it. He looked like me. We liked the same things. He even had my
wretched taste in jokes.
I just I shook my head.
Yes, he said. It takes a minute to get used to the idea that there are two
of us, doesn't it?
Perhaps slightly longer, I said. I don't know if I
Oh, dear, are we being squeamish? After what happened? Two and a half days
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of sitting here, bubba. Two little boys, sitting for two and a half days
inblood , he said, and I felt sick, dizzy, heart floundering, head hammering.
No, I gagged, and I felt his hand on my shoulder.
It doesn't matter, he said. What matters is what happens now.
What happens, I said.
Yes. Whathappens.Now. He made a small, strange, snuffling, gurgling noise
that was surely intended to sound like laughter, but perhaps he had not
learned to fake it as well as I had. I think I should say something like: My
whole life has been leading up to this! He repeated the snuffling sound. Of
course, neither one of us could manage that with real feeling. After all, we
can't actually feel anything, can we? We've both spent our lives playing a
part. Moving through this world reciting lines and pretending we belong in a
world made for human beings, and never really human ourselves. And always,
forever, reaching for a way tofeel something! Reaching, little brother, for a
moment just like this! Real, genuine,unfaked feeling! It takes your breath
away, doesn't it?
And it did. My head was whirling and I did not dare to close my eyes again
for fear of what might be waiting there for me. And, far worse, my brother was
right beside me, watching me, demanding that I be myself, be just like him.
And to be myself, to be his brother, to be who I was, I had to, had to what?
My eyes turned, all by themselves, toward Deborah.
Yes, he said, and all the cold happy fury of the Dark Passenger was in his
voice now. I knew you'd figure it out. This time we do it together, he said.
I shook my head, but not very convincingly. I can't, I said.
You have to, he said, and we were both right. The feather touch on my
shoulder again, almost matching the push from Harry that he could never
understand and yet seemed every bit as powerful as my brother's hand, as it
lifted me to my feet and pushed me forward; one step, two Deborah's unblinking
eyes were locked onto mine, but with that other presence behind me I couldn't
tell her that I was certainly not going to
Together, he said. One more time.Out with the old.In with the new.Onward,
upward, inward ! Another half step Deborah's eyes were yelling at me, but
He was beside me now, standing with me, and something gleamed in his hand,
twosomethings . One for all, both for one Did you ever readThe Three
Musketeers ? He flipped one knife into the air; it arced up and into his left
hand and he held it out toward me. The weak dim light grew on the flat of the
blades he held up and burned into me, matched only by the gleam in Brian's
eyes. Come on, Dexter.Little brother. Take the knife. His teeth shone like
the knives. Showtime. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]