Videvik(kogu raamat Inglise keeles)
It was a very long day.
We stayed in the room. Alice called down to the front desk and asked them to ignore our maid
service
for now. The windows stayed shut, the TV on, though no one watched it. At regular intervals,
food was
delivered for me. The silver phone resting on Alice's bag seemed to grow bigger as the hours
passed.
My babysitters handled the suspense better than I did. As I fidgeted and paced, they simply grew
more
still, two statues whose eyes followed me imperceptibly as I moved. I occupied myself with
memorizing
the room; the striped pattern of the couches, tan, peach, cream, dull gold, and tan again.
Sometimes I
stared at the abstract prints, randomly finding pictures in the shapes, like I'd found pictures in the
clouds
as a child. I traced a blue hand, a woman combing her hair, a cat stretching. But when the pale red
circle
became a staring eye, I looked away.
As the afternoon wore on, I went back to bed, simply for something to do