Skein Island (Aliya Whiteley) читать бесплатно онлайн полную версию книги

EPILOGUE

David pulled up outside her house, and found her sitting on the doorstep, in the sunlight, enjoying the first warm day of the year. She held knitting needles in her hands. A ball of blue wool bobbed between her feet.

He got out of the car, and walked over to her. She didn’t get up. Instead she stopped knitting, smiled up at him and said, ‘I’ve been waiting for you.’

He sat beside her on the doorstep and said, ‘I’m here now.’ Sam nodded.

There was no need to speak, to explain. He watched her knit, the deftness of her fingers, the twists and turns of the wool. From inside the house floated music, orchestral, swelling strings.

‘What are you making?’

‘A scarf. For you.’

‘But spring’s coming.’

‘I know, but it’s the only thing I can knit.’ Sam held it up. It was already long, and fat, haphazard, messy, with stitches dropped. ‘Do you like it?’

‘I love it,’ he said.

She made a small sound of satisfaction, and carried on knitting.