die_m: переводы

→Go away! she told a worry that wouldn’t leave the back of her mind.

→That made her feel a lot better. And when she’d switched on the lights in the computer area at the very back of the library, she knew she was safe.

→As soon as she got the flashlight on she tumbled out of the bathroom stall and turned on the bathroom lights.

→But she knew Mr. Breyers’ routine from the last two nights when she’d staked out the library after studying, and he left and went straight home like clockwork.

→You’ve done it! You’re fine!

→Bonnie took her shoes off, unlatched her computer determinedly, and went to work.

→Then the darkness was bearable—almost.

→Shivering, with tears still leaking out beneath her eyelashes, she immediately broke Rule 1 of Plan B by turning on the powerful flashlight she had in her backpack without counting to sixty.

→This took a kind of courage she was seldom able to achieve.

→Bonnie, who had crept back after loudly “leaving” to perch once again on with her feet on the seat of a toilet in the girl’s restroom, waited until the lights went out.

→He made sure, however, as he shut the library’s front doors, that the bright green car Bonnie always drove was gone from the parking lot.

→Mr. Breyer himself called back, “Good night, Bonnie.”

→A few minutes later, Bonnie’s cheerful, “Good night, Mr. Breyer,” echoed through the library, followed by the sound of the small library’s door shutting.

→She also left a mess of crumpled papers, stubs of pencils, and old Styrofoam cups she knew Mr. Breyer wouldn’t be able to resist taking to the trash in back.

→She swung her backpack over one shoulder and left the study carrel.

→“Thank you, Mr. Breyer,” Bonnie said, looking up at him as soulfully as if this favor was as important as letting her staying overnight.

→“The bathrooms are closed,” Mr. Breyer eyed Bonnie’s tear-streaked face uncomfortably. “But they don’t lock. I suppose you can go.”

→All right. When Plan A doesn’t work, go to Plan B. “Okay, Mr. Breyer. You can’t blame a girl for trying. Let me just get my pencil, and my lucky Elmo doll—this was a small suction-cup doll that Bonnie always took with her on studying expeditions, and exams, “and I’ll go to the bathroom, and go home.”

→“No, Bonnie,” Mr. Breyer said, “I’m sure you can do some research when you’re at home. There’s more on the Internet than there is in all these books together,” he said, waving a hand at the books Bonnie had scattered with Post-It notes in favor of her theory about Catharine of Aragon. “But you yourself have to be out of the library now. Pronto! It’s six minutes after ten o’clock anyway!” He sounded horrified at his own lateness.

→“What? Oh, no. No. Never. It was a most reprehensible thing to do and we were caught and thoroughly punished for it,” Mr. Breyer said, looking as if this reminiscence were as pleasant a the other.