Цитаты из книги «The Woman in the Window», A.J. Finn

Eudora Chuah
Eudora Chuahцитирует2 месяца назад
“So what are you waiting for?”

Nothing—not anymore. I’ve waited for my family to return; they won’t. I’ve waited for my depression to lift; it wouldn’t, not without my help.

I’ve waited to rejoin the world. Now is the time.
Eudora Chuah
Eudora Chuahцитирует2 месяца назад
And a few weeks ago I rejoined the Agora. They’re my tribe; they’re a sort of family. I will promote healing and well-being.

I’ve been resisting Ed and Livvy. Not all the time, not fully; some nights, when I hear them, I murmur back. But the conversations are over.
Eudora Chuah
Eudora Chuahцитирует2 месяца назад
It happened just as Ethan described it, he admitted. Apparently Alistair broke down; Jane was the tough one. I wonder what she knew. I wonder if she knew.
Eudora Chuah
Eudora Chuahцитирует2 месяца назад
Beyond it, windows shuttered, hunching beneath that dazzled sky, is what the more frantic newspapers have dubbed killer teen’s $4m house! It cost less, I know, but I guess $3.45m! doesn’t sound as sexy.

It’s empty now. Has been for weeks.
Eudora Chuah
Eudora Chuahцитирует2 месяца назад
I learned her real name, by the way—Little told me, once he’d interviewed the neighbors. It’s Sue. Disappointing.
Eudora Chuah
Eudora Chuahцитирует2 месяца назад
I survey the bed, the curtains, the black specter of the Russell house beyond the park.

Once more through the shower, once more down the steps, and now I’m in the library—Ed’s library; my library—watching the rain gust across the window. The clock on his mantel chimes the hour. Two a.m.

I avert my eyes and leave the room.

From the landing I can already see the wreckage of his body, disarranged on the floor, a fallen angel. I descend the staircase.

A dark crown of blood flames from his head. One hand is folded over his heart. His eyes look at me.

I look back.

And then I step past him.

And I enter the kitchen.

And I plug in the landline so that I can call Detective Little.
Eudora Chuah
Eudora Chuahцитирует2 месяца назад
“He was an architect,” I gasp.

He watches me. Rain falls around us, between us.

“He loved dark chocolate,” I say. “He called her ‘slugger.’” His hand has fallen from my neck.

“He liked movies. They both did. They liked—”

He frowns. “When did she tell you this?”

“The night she visited me. She said she loved him.”

“What happened to him? Where is he?”

I shut my eyes. “He died.”
Eudora Chuah
Eudora Chuahцитирует2 месяца назад
“She told me,” I say, “who your father is.”

He doesn’t move. Rain bathes my face. The tang of blood sharpens on my tongue.

“That’s a lie.”

I cough, rock my head against the ground. “No.”

“You didn’t even know who she was,” he says. “You thought she was someone else. You didn’t know I was adopted.” He pushes his foot against my neck. “So how could—”

“She told me. I didn’t—” I swallow, my throat swelling. “I didn’t understand at the time, but she told me . . .”
Eudora Chuah
Eudora Chuahцитирует2 месяца назад
“Come on. Take a whiff. What do I smell like?”

I breathe in. I think of that first time, inhaling the scent of the candle. Lavender.

“Rain,” I answer.

“And?”

I can’t bear to say it. “Cologne.”

“Romance. By Ralph Lauren,” he adds. “I wanted this to be nice for you.”
Eudora Chuah
Eudora Chuahцитирует2 месяца назад
“He tried to protect you from me,” I say. “Even though he knew—”

“No,” he tells me, voice flat. “He tried to protect you from me.”

I wouldn’t want him spending time with a grown woman, Alistair said. Not for Ethan’s sake, but for mine.

“But, you know, what can you do, right? One of the shrinks told my parents I was just bad.” He shrugs again. “Fine. Fucking fine.”
Eudora Chuah
Eudora Chuahцитирует2 месяца назад
So I made the Gmail account. On your own computer. You told Lizzie that your family was always like, ‘guess who’ when you talked, and that was just too good to pass up. Guess who, Anna?” He giggles. “Then I sent the picture to your email. I wish I’d seen your face.” He giggles again.

The room is airless. My breath is short.

“And I just had to put my mom’s name on the account. I bet that got you excited.” He smirks. “But you told Lizzie other stuff, too.” He leans forward again, the letter opener pointed at my chest. “You had an affair, you slut. And you killed your family.”
Eudora Chuah
Eudora Chuahцитирует2 месяца назад
“That first day I came over. You had that freak website on your laptop. I created an account as soon as I got home. Got to know all sorts of lonely losers. DiscoMickey, or whatever.” He shakes his head. “It’s pathetic. But he put me in touch with you. I didn’t want to just write you out of the blue. Didn’t want you—you know. Wondering.

“Anyway. You told Lizzie how to code all her passwords. Switch out letters for numbers. That’s NASA shit right there.”

I try to swallow, can’t.

“Or use a birthday—that’s what you said. And you told me that your daughter was born on Valentine’s Day. Oh-two-one-four. That’s how I got into your phone and took that picture of you snoring.
Eudora Chuah
Eudora Chuahцитирует2 месяца назад
“I came on too strong with Jennifer.” He looks thoughtful. “She got—it was too much. I should’ve gone slower.” He lays the blade flat on one thigh, strokes, as though whetting it. It zips against the denim. “So I didn’t want you to think I was a threat. That’s why I said I missed my friends. And I pretended I might be gay. And I cried all those fucking times. All so you’d feel sorry for me and think I was this . . .” Trailing off. “And because, like I said, I sort of can’t get enough of you.”
Eudora Chuah
Eudora Chuahцитирует2 месяца назад
“Analyze me.” He cocks his head. “Fix me.”

I recoil. No. I can’t do this.

But you can, Mommy.

No. No. It’s over.

Come on, Anna.

He has a weapon.

You’ve got your mind.

All right. All right.

One, two, three, four.

“I know what I am,” says Ethan, soft, almost soothing. “Does that help?”

Psychopath. The superficial charm, the labile personality, the flat affect. The letter opener in his hand.
Eudora Chuah
Eudora Chuahцитирует2 месяца назад
“My mom has no idea. About any of it. She wasn’t even there—she got back the next morning. My dad made me swear not to tell. He wants to protect her. I feel kind of bad for him. That’s a pretty big secret to keep from the person you’re married to.” He steps a third time. “She just thinks you’re insane.”
Eudora Chuah
Eudora Chuahцитирует2 месяца назад
I wanted her gone, I didn’t care about her sob story, I hated her for what she did to me, I hated her for not telling me about my father, I wanted her out of my life. So I grabbed this from my desk”—he waves the letter opener—“and went downstairs, and ran in, and just . . .” He drives it downward. “It happened really fast. She didn’t even scream.”
Eudora Chuah
Eudora Chuahцитирует2 месяца назад
That day you heard her scream? I had my hands around her neck. Not even that hard, but I was sick of her by that point. I just wanted her to leave. She went crazy. She wouldn’t shut up. My dad didn’t even know she was there until then. He was like, ‘Get out of the house before he does something bad.’ And you called, and I had to pretend I was all scared, and then you called again, and my dad pretended it was all cool . . .” He shakes his head. “And the bitch still came back the next day.
Eudora Chuah
Eudora Chuahцитирует2 месяца назад
“They . . . Yeah. They gave me a lot.” Another sigh. “I cause trouble for them, I know. That’s why they took me out of school. And my dad lost his job because I wanted to get to know Jennifer. He was mad about that, but, you know . . .” His brow darkens. “Tough luck.”
Eudora Chuah
Eudora Chuahцитирует2 месяца назад
“She started using when I was one. That’s what my parents told me. I can’t remember most of it, really. I mean, I was five when they took me away from her. But I remember being hungry a lot. I remember some stuff with needles. I remember her boyfriends kicking the shit out of me whenever they felt like it.”

Silence.

“I bet my real father wouldn’t have done that.”

I say nothing.

“I remember seeing one of her friends overdose. I saw her die right in front of me. That’s my first memory. I was four.”
Eudora Chuah
Eudora Chuahцитирует2 месяца назад
Katie”—he practically pushes the word over with disdain—“was a druggie. A crack whore, except for heroin. Heroin whore. She never even told me who my dad was. And, man, she should not have been a mother.”
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