• Пожаловаться

Karolina Waclawiak: The Invaders

Здесь есть возможность читать онлайн «Karolina Waclawiak: The Invaders» весь текст электронной книги совершенно бесплатно (целиком полную версию). В некоторых случаях присутствует краткое содержание. год выпуска: 2015, категория: Современная проза / на английском языке. Описание произведения, (предисловие) а так же отзывы посетителей доступны на портале. Библиотека «Либ Кат» — LibCat.ru создана для любителей полистать хорошую книжку и предлагает широкий выбор жанров:

любовные романы фантастика и фэнтези приключения детективы и триллеры эротика документальные научные юмористические анекдоты о бизнесе проза детские сказки о религиии новинки православные старинные про компьютеры программирование на английском домоводство поэзия

Выбрав категорию по душе Вы сможете найти действительно стоящие книги и насладиться погружением в мир воображения, прочувствовать переживания героев или узнать для себя что-то новое, совершить внутреннее открытие. Подробная информация для ознакомления по текущему запросу представлена ниже:

Karolina Waclawiak The Invaders

The Invaders: краткое содержание, описание и аннотация

Предлагаем к чтению аннотацию, описание, краткое содержание или предисловие (зависит от того, что написал сам автор книги «The Invaders»). Если вы не нашли необходимую информацию о книге — напишите в комментариях, мы постараемся отыскать её.

Over the course of a summer in a wealthy Connecticut community, a forty-something woman and her college-age stepson’s lives fall apart in a series of violent shocks. Cheryl has never been the right kind of country-club wife. She's always felt like an outsider, and now, in her mid-forties — facing the harsh realities of aging while her marriage disintegrates and her troubled stepson, Teddy, is kicked out of college — she feels cast adrift by the sparkling seaside community of Little Neck Cove, Connecticut. So when Teddy shows up at home just as a storm brewing off the coast threatens to destroy the precarious safe haven of the cove, she joins him in an epic downward spiral. The Invaders

Karolina Waclawiak: другие книги автора


Кто написал The Invaders? Узнайте фамилию, как зовут автора книги и список всех его произведений по сериям.

The Invaders — читать онлайн бесплатно полную книгу (весь текст) целиком

Ниже представлен текст книги, разбитый по страницам. Система сохранения места последней прочитанной страницы, позволяет с удобством читать онлайн бесплатно книгу «The Invaders», без необходимости каждый раз заново искать на чём Вы остановились. Поставьте закладку, и сможете в любой момент перейти на страницу, на которой закончили чтение.

Шрифт:

Сбросить

Интервал:

Закладка:

Сделать

My room came up with nada. Now I was gonna have to stress about finding someone to get weed from. Who was even still around? Probably fucking Steven, and I hated doing business with him. I could do a trade — my bad shit for his twigs and sticks. Or Pauline. Pauline would give me anything I wanted.

I headed to my dad and Cheryl’s room. I was nervous about what I’d find in there. Spent K-Y Jelly squeeze tubes? I doubted it, actually. I hadn’t found one of those in a long time and I hadn’t even seen them even touch each other in years. I pulled open my dad’s bedside table and looked through the pill bottles to find something I could munch on. Heart medicine, arthritis medicine, blister pack of Viagra. I thought about grabbing some for later, because why not, but I checked the expiration date and they were dunzo two years ago. Damn, nothing more depressing than expired Viagra. I put it back where I found it and went through the rest of the bottles.

And there, like a beautiful light, was a half-full bottle of oxycodone. I opened it and my chalky white heaven poured out. Thank you, Dad. Thank you and your fucked-up arthritis. I love you so much. I took a few and figured I’d steal more as needed, or until he figured it out and hid them. All those low-voiced commercials of dread, commanding parents to keep their pills locked away from their children, hadn’t scared him into hiding them from me.

I took the pills back to my room and crushed one on my desk and snorted it real tight. It was just gonna be a little bit to tide me over because the Vicodin wasn’t doing shit. I went to take a shower because nothing feels better when you’re high than hot water. It’s like you can imagine standing under a warm waterfall and there’s a numb buzz in your head and maybe it’s like being inside something bigger than you. Maybe, like, I don’t know, a vat of warm honey. Just soft. I left my clothes in a pile, turned on the shower, and waited for the big mirrors to steam up.

I looked at myself and thought, This is you, Teddy. This is all about second chances, right, brother? You’re on a game show and this is you getting your shit together. I made fierce faces at myself in the mirror to show that I meant it. The numb buzzing was hitting hard and I went into the shower, closed the glass door, and stood under the water. I opened my mouth to let it all in. I wanted to drown in it.

CHAPTER THREE

CHERYL

I PASSED THE TENNIS COURTS and listened to the pop of tennis balls hitting racquets — percussive pop pop pops as tanned arms swung back and forth in perfect unison — and followed the one-way road back toward the water and my home. At the Hughes’ house—“Bay Hoovs Us”—Lori was bent over picking out weeds from around the Petite Lizette heirloom roses she had strategically placed all around the perimeter. I was surprised she wasn’t ordering her gardeners to do it.

“Oh, Cheryl!” Lori shouted.

I waved hello and took note of her new personalized license plate — LOVE 40. Her obsession with tennis was unparalleled in this neighborhood. Despite that, she was short and round and always seemed unhappy. Once she even confided in me that she was lonely. Who wasn’t? Her husband was a partner at a top New York law firm. What more could she want or need? I tried to extricate myself, worried about what Teddy was doing in the house, but she was not interested in letting me go.

“Why weren’t you at the fashion show?” I asked.

“I went to the VIP preorder.”

I didn’t even know about the VIP preorder.

“Hey, Mrs. Hughes, do you still need me to watch your dogs this weekend?”

We both turned around and saw Steven walking toward us. Lori seemed taken off guard. She said, “Didn’t your mother give you the message? We aren’t going away after all.”

I sometimes played doubles opposite his mother. He was handsome with deep-set eyes and thick dark hair. I lingered too long looking at his muscular arms and broad shoulders and he kept his eyes on me long enough for it to be noticeable. I blushed at the attention. He was a child, really, even if he didn’t look it.

“That sucks.” He looked at me, momentarily embarrassed, then said, “Sorry.” He smiled and asked: “How are you doing, Mrs. Willard?”

“Fine. Fine. Are you working this summer?” I asked.

“Nah. Taking the summer off. Hey, you take any pictures of those sunrises you watch?”

“No,” I said, startled that he knew I was pacing the streets each dawn.

“Too bad. I bet you’d get some great ones.” He said good-bye and walked away.

Lori gave me a look. “What was that about?” she asked.

“Sometimes I get up early and take a walk. I didn’t think anyone was paying attention,” I said, watching him go. I’d never seen him on the street before and I wondered when he’d seen me. Who else watched me pacing the streets under the lamplights?

“Don’t hire him to do anything because he’ll rob you blind,” Lori said. “He ate all the cookies in my pantry. Crackers, too. I bet he had a party.”

“They all do,” I said.

“Some are worse than others. And he’s one you have to watch out for. Do you know they had to pull him out of school? For good this time.”

“College is hard, Lori. I didn’t have an easy time of it, either.”

“Apparently, he was having ‘issues.’ I wonder how Fran’s going to whitewash this episode.”

Steven’s mother, Fran, had become increasingly protective of him. He used to wander at low tide for hours looking for oysters to sell around the neighborhood, smart and entrepreneurial from the get-go. He was the kind of son you wanted to have because he was going to be someone special. Except something had happened and he stopped getting things right. His deviancy was overlooked at first, but it had been snowballing lately. He had locked two seagulls in his mother’s bathroom last summer, and when she came home, they attacked her — squawking and shitting everywhere. She ran out of the house screaming and the birds followed her out the front door. I chuckled thinking about it — Fran’s own starring role in The Birds.

“The school saw him as a threat,” Lori whispered. I asked her to whom, but she had no answer. I knew she had heard it thirdhand.

“He also went through my closets.”

“Maybe he just wanted to see how he looked in your tennis skirts. I’m sure he has nice legs.”

“As if you need more men in your life when you’ve got Jeffrey.”

I was always hearing these indictments from women around here, but they had no idea. I had resigned myself to nodding politely and pretending I was ravaged nightly or at least weekly. Once I even heard someone say, I wouldn’t mind having his slippers under my bed. I wanted to shout at them all, tell them the truth, but what could I say? There was no need to embarrass myself in front of them. They wouldn’t show me any kindness about it; it would just become drunken dinner-party conversation to make themselves feel better. It would start with, Can you believe after all that they don’t even screw? How sad, they would say in unison. How sad is she? I didn’t need their pity, so I kept it to myself. Except sometimes, looking around, I wanted to tell someone and not hear This was your choice.

“I’m not saying I’m going to do anything with him, Lori. I’m saying he’s handsome.”

“You’re terrible,” she said, laughing.

She watched him disappear around the bend and I knew what she was thinking, even if she didn’t want to admit it. We were both thinking it. Even if it only flitted through our minds for a moment, the shame came right after it, hard and fast. But the attention, even if just a passing glance, was thrilling and I held on to it. I stared at the bumper of her car, at the placard that said FOR GOD, FOR COUNTRY, AND FOR HARVARD, and started to inch away from her fence when she said, “I need to talk to you about your tree.”

Читать дальше

Шрифт:

Сбросить

Интервал:

Закладка:

Сделать

Похожие книги на «The Invaders»

Представляем Вашему вниманию похожие книги на «The Invaders» списком для выбора. Мы отобрали схожую по названию и смыслу литературу в надежде предоставить читателям больше вариантов отыскать новые, интересные, ещё не прочитанные произведения.


Nicholas Sparks: Safe Haven
Safe Haven
Nicholas Sparks
libclub.ru: книга без обложки
libclub.ru: книга без обложки
Lucy Montgomery
Rob Chilson: Teddy
Teddy
Rob Chilson
Jeffrey Archer: Sons of Fortune
Sons of Fortune
Jeffrey Archer
Отзывы о книге «The Invaders»

Обсуждение, отзывы о книге «The Invaders» и просто собственные мнения читателей. Оставьте ваши комментарии, напишите, что Вы думаете о произведении, его смысле или главных героях. Укажите что конкретно понравилось, а что нет, и почему Вы так считаете.