Anjelika9: переводы

→"Of course."

→Chuck said, "They have to sign in and out for the keys, Doctor—that's what we're wondering."

→"And there's a record of that?" Teddy said. "I don't follow."

→"Yes."

→"And turned in their keys?"

→"They do," Cawley said with just a hint of annoyance. "But by ten o'clock, the doctors have signed out for the night."

→"Doctors don't have keys for this room?" Teddy asked.

→Chuck nodded, his eyes going small with memory for a moment, distant. "It's what you do," Teddy said softly.

→Teddy shook his head. "I quit. After the fire. She used to worry about it, you know? Said all of us soldiers and cops drank too much. So..." He could feel Chuck beside him, sinking in embarrassment, and he said, "You learn how to carry something like that, Chuck. You got no choice. Like all the shit you saw in the war. Remember?"

→Dolores had been dead for two years, but she came to life at night in his dreams, and he sometimes went full minutes into a new morning thinking she was out in the kitchen or taking her coffee on the front stoop of their apartment on Buttonwood. This was a cruel trick of the mind, yes, but Teddy had long ago accepted the logic of it—waking, after all, was an almost natal state. You surfaced without a history, then spent the blinks and yawns reassembling your past, shuffling the shards into chronological order before fortifying yourself for the present.

→Teddy heard the whine of the engine change pitch behind them, felt the ferry give a small lurch underfoot, and he could see the fort clearer now atop the southern cliff face as they came around toward the western side of the island. The cannons were gone, but Teddy could make out the turrets easily enough. The land went back into hills behind the fort, and Teddy figured the walls were back there, blurring into the landscape from his current angle, and then Ashecliffe Hospital sat somewhere beyond the bluffs, overlooking the western shore.

→"Let's say a certain doctor has an infatuation with a certain patient."

→"I will, I will."

→Another smile. "All right, boss, try and keep up."

→"Yup."

→"Amen, brother."

→"Yeah?"

→"Rotten to the fucking core."

→"This is bullshit," Teddy said.

→"I need a phone," Teddy said.