Hubble stopped his rocking and looked at me. Opened his mouth and closed it again. Opened it for a second time.
The guy went under the Perspex thing again and started talking. After a minute he was back out.
He wouldn’t answer. The silence in our cell was terrible. I let it crash around for a while. Couldn’t think of anything more to say. Hubble clunked his shoe against the metal toilet pan. A rattly little rhythm. Sounded like a Bo Diddley riff.
“May I ask you a question?” she said. “Why do you refer to my husband in the past tense?”
Полноценно работать с данным пособием можно на устройстве, поддерживающем гиперссылки: компьютер или различные «читалки» с сенсорным экраном, желательно со словарем.
He lapsed into a distracted silence. I had less than a half hour before the prison bus came by. I wanted some conclusions pretty soon. Finlay looked up and focused again. Started talking, rapidly, the elegant Harvard syntax under pressure.