Black_Diamond: переводы

→See, no. That was why I didn’t want to be in Yaleylah. Everything reminded me of Mom, and of all the things I wasn’t supposed to think about. In the house, I stopped in front of every door wondering which had been her bedroom. In the kitchen, I wondered if she’d taught herself to make that awesome spaghetti sauce or if her own mom had helped. Had she stared off at the cemetery like I caught myself doing before bed last night? Or had she been totally uninterested in ghosts? These were things I’d never know because she was off in Arizona pretending I didn’t exist.

→I kicked my way through the woods. I don’t know an oak from an elm in the best of times, but with the sun down it was pitch-black in the forest and all the trees crowded around me like an arboreal downtown for squirrels. And bugs and frogs, which were making so much buzzing and whining noise I wasn’t sure I’d be able to hear myself talk. The ground was covered in layers of old leaves, and when they tossed up under my feet, I smelled delightful things like rot and mold. I nearly tripped a couple of times, but flailed my arms and managed to catch myself on a tree. It was fun smacking through the leaves and low bushes, like it used to be fun to run through piles of raked leaves in our backyard when I was a kid. Mom used to make the leaves dance, and they’d float up around my head and dive-bomb me. She said they were little beetle airplanes and—

→But then Lilith and Dad descended upon what had probably been a charming farmhouse and tore all the quaint wallpaper off the walls and replaced it with black-and-white art deco soullessness. If only their sex life was so bland.

→Yeah, it was a nice family history.

→Lilith had spent several days ooohing and aaahing over the land. “What a perfect atmosphere for a writer!” “Oh, darling, I love it! Look at that view!” and “I’ll never spend three thousand bucks on a designer coat again!” Okay, she didn’t say the last part, but she should have.