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My Absolute Darling: The Sunday Times bestseller. Gabriel Tallent
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isbn 9780008185237
Автор произведения Gabriel Tallent
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Издательство HarperCollins
4th Estate
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This eBook first published in Great Britain by 4th Estate in 2017
Copyright © 2017 by Gabriel Tallent
Cover design by Jo Walker; Cover photographs © Sharon Pruitt / EyeEm
Gabriel Tallent asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work
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Source ISBN: 9780008185213
Ebook Edition © August 2017 ISBN: 9780008185237
Version: 2018-07-05
for Gloria and Elizabeth
Contents
Dedication
THE OLD HOUSE HUNKERS ON ITS HILL, ALL PEELING WHITE paint, bay windows, and spindled wooden railings overgrown with climbing roses and poison oak. Rose runners have prized off clapboards that now hang snarled in the canes. The gravel drive is littered with spent casings caked in verdigris. Martin Alveston gets out of the truck and does not look back at Turtle sitting in the cab but walks up the porch, his jungle boots sounding hollowly on the boards, a big man in flannel and Levi’s opening the sliding glass doors. Turtle waits, listening to the engine’s ticking, and then she follows him.
In the living room, one window is boarded over, sheet metal and half-inch plywood bolted to the frame and covered in rifle targets. The bullet clustering is so tight it looks like someone put a ten-gauge right up to them and blew the centers out; the slugs glint in their ragged pits like water at the bottom of wells.
Her daddy opens a can of Bush’s beans on the old stove and strikes a match on his thumb to light the burner, which gutters and comes slowly to life, burning orange against the dark redwood walls, the