A promise made twenty-eight years ago calls seven adults to reunite in Derry, Maine, where as teenagers they battled an evil creature that preyed on the city’s children. Unsure that their Losers Club had vanquished the creature all those years ago, the seven had vowed to return to Derry if IT should ever reappear. Now, children are being murdered again and their repressed memories of that summer return as they prepare to do battle with the monster lurking in Derry’s sewers once more.
Авторы: King Stephen Edwin
I bet he’s got a nice polite college –boy’s cock. Long enough to jazz with, not thick enough to be really arrogant.
She starts to laugh again, totally unable to help it. She realizes she doesn’t even have a handkerchief with which to wipe her streaming eyes, and this makes her laugh harder.
‘You better get yourself under control or the stewardess will throw you off the plane,’ he says solemnly, and she only shakes her head, laughing; her sides and her stomach hurt now.
He hands her a clean white handkerchief, and she uses it. Somehow this helps her to get it under control finally. She doesn’t stop all at once, though. It just sort of tapers off into little
hitchings and gaspings. Every now and then she thinks of the big duck on the side of the plane and belches out another little stream of giggles.
She passes his handkerchief back after a bit. ‘Thank you.’
‘Jesus, ma’am, what happened to your hand?’ He holds it for a moment, concerned.
She looks down at it and sees the torn fingernails, the ones she ripped down to the quick tipping the vanity over on Tom. The memory of doing that hurts more than the fingernails themselves, and that stops the laughter for good. She takes her hand away from him, but gently.
‘I slammed it in the car door at the airport,’ she says, thinking of all the times she has lied about things Tom has done to her, and all the times she lied about the bruises her father put on her. Is this the last time, the last lie? How wonderful that would be . . . almost too wonderful to be believed. She thinks of a doctor coming in to see a terminal cancer patient and saying The X-rays show the tumor is shrinking. We don’t have any idea why, but it’s happening.
‘It must hurt like hell,’ he says.
‘I took some aspirin.’ She opens the in-flight magazine again, although he probably knows she’s been through it twice already.
‘Where are you headed?’
She closes the magazine, looks at him, smiles. ‘You’re very nice,’ she says, ‘but I don’t want to talk. All right?’
‘All right,’ he says, smiling back. ‘But if you want to drink to the big duck on the side of the plane when we get to Boston, I’m buying.’
‘Thank you, but I have another plane to catch.’
‘Boy, was my horoscope ever wrong this morning,’ he says, and reopens his novel. ‘But you sound great when you laugh. A guy could fall in love.’
