Читать книгу The Roar of the Butterflies - Reginald Hill - Страница 6
Оглавление’Fonlies
Joe Sixsmith was adrift in space.
Light years beneath him gleamed the tiny orb he was supposed to make contact with, but he knew it was an impossible dream.
His muscles had melted, his lungs were starved of oxygen, and the only part of his mind not paralysed by terror was the bit that dealt with ’fonlies.
’fonly I’d done this…’fonly I’d done that…
‘No use messing with ’fonlies,’ Aunt Mirabelle used to say. ‘’fonlies don’t get your homework done, Joseph. You miss your football Saturday morning, you’ve got no one to blame ’cept yourself.’
How right she was! No one to blame ’cept himself…except maybe Willie Woodbine for being such a social climber…and Beryl Boddington maybe for standing him up…and definitely Merv Golightly for having a mouth like the Channel Tunnel…but first and last and as usual, himself, Joseph Gaylord (even Mirabelle kept quiet about that) Sixsmith for always going boldly half-assed where nobody had ever come back from before!
