Weaveworld (Clive Barker) читать бесплатно онлайн полную версию книги (ч. 119)

Cal kept the card, more as a keepsake of the encounter than in the expectation of using it. He’d enjoyed the man’s company, in its off-beat way, but it was probably a performance best enjoyed once only. Twice might stale its eccentric charm.

When Geraldine got back he began to tell her about the visit, then thought better of it, and diverted the conversation to another subject entirely. He knew she’d laugh at his giving the fellow a minute of his attention, and, outlandish as Gluck and his theories were, he didn’t want to hear the man mocked, however gently.

Maybe the man had taken the wrong turning, but at least he’d travelled some extraordinary roads. Though Cal could no longer remember why, he had the suspicion that they had that in common.