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Название книги: Distant Friends and Other Stories
Автор(ы): Timothy Zahn
Жанр: Научная Фантастика
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Distant-Friends-and-Other-Stories-150259.html
DISTANT FRIENDS
RED THOUGHTS AT MORNINGIt had been one of those long, frustrating days, the kind that makes you feel like the dish rag at a greasy spoon, and I wasn't in any shape for the Headline that jumped out at me as I opened my Des Moines Register that evening: TELEPATH KILLED IN HIJACKING.I stood there, just inside my apartment door, rainwater running off my coat onto the rug, and read the first few paragraphs. Amos Potter, of Eureka, California, had been on a commuter flight from San Francisco to Los Angeles when three men at the other end of the plane produced guns and a bomb and demanded to go to Cuba. The pilot had obediently changed course, but had had to set down in Las Vegas for fuel.Police and FBI men had stormed the plane, killing all three hijackers and wounding four passengers.Amos hadn't been found until it was all over: he'd been stabbed in the heart with one of the galley's steak knives and left in one of the lavatories.Tears welled up in my eyes and I tossed the paper aside. I'd never met Amos, of course; never even been within two hundred miles of him. But he'd been a sort of elder statesman to the rest of us, the embodiment of easy dignity and high moral character, and it was largely because of him that we had won any tolerance at all from the world.I made my way to my couch and collapsed onto it. Colleen, I called.Yes, Dale. She must have been expecting my call. I've seen the news, darling.Why didn't you call and tell me? The news at noon mentioned the hijacking, but I didn't know
Название книги: Distant Friends and Other Stories
Автор(ы): Timothy Zahn
Жанр: Научная Фантастика
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Distant-Friends-and-Other-Stories-150259.html
DISTANT FRIENDS
RED THOUGHTS AT MORNINGIt had been one of those long, frustrating days, the kind that makes you feel like the dish rag at a greasy spoon, and I wasn't in any shape for the Headline that jumped out at me as I opened my Des Moines Register that evening: TELEPATH KILLED IN HIJACKING.I stood there, just inside my apartment door, rainwater running off my coat onto the rug, and read the first few paragraphs. Amos Potter, of Eureka, California, had been on a commuter flight from San Francisco to Los Angeles when three men at the other end of the plane produced guns and a bomb and demanded to go to Cuba. The pilot had obediently changed course, but had had to set down in Las Vegas for fuel.Police and FBI men had stormed the plane, killing all three hijackers and wounding four passengers.Amos hadn't been found until it was all over: he'd been stabbed in the heart with one of the galley's steak knives and left in one of the lavatories.Tears welled up in my eyes and I tossed the paper aside. I'd never met Amos, of course; never even been within two hundred miles of him. But he'd been a sort of elder statesman to the rest of us, the embodiment of easy dignity and high moral character, and it was largely because of him that we had won any tolerance at all from the world.I made my way to my couch and collapsed onto it. Colleen, I called.Yes, Dale. She must have been expecting my call. I've seen the news, darling.Why didn't you call and tell me? The news at noon mentioned the hijacking, but I didn't know
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