cb.coldheart canyon-第54章
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cream。 So she kept getting abortions。 Two； three a year。 And her body went to hell。〃
〃Where did she end up？〃
〃Oh she's here；〃 Katya said。 〃We don't just take the famous up here in the Canyon。 We take the failures； too。〃
Without fully understanding what he'd just been told…perhaps not entirely wanting to…Todd moved on to another picture。 A man who'd played cowboys most of his life was the centre of attention； all laced up in a girdle that made his waist as narrow as any showgirl's。
〃That's one for the family album。〃
〃He liked to be called Martha when he was dressed like that。 It was his mother's name。 In fact； I think it was his mother's corset。〃
Todd laughed； though he wasn't sure where the laughter was ing from。 Perhaps it was simply that the parade of perversions was so excessive there was nothing to do； in the end； but laugh。
〃Christ。 What's that？〃
〃A jar of bees； and Claudette's breast。〃
〃She liked to get stung？〃
〃She would scream like her lungs were going to give out。 But then she'd have somebody pick the stings out with their teeth。〃
〃Fuck。〃
〃And she'd be so wet you could fill a shot…glass from what came out of her。〃
It was too much。 He put the photographs down。 Bees； piss； corsets。 And they were only the pictures he could make sense of。 There were plenty more that defied easy prehension； arrangements of limbs and faces and artifacts which he had no appetite to interpret。
Before he left them where they lay there was one question remaining that he simply had to ask。
〃Are you in any of these？〃
〃Well I'm in the book aren't I？〃
〃So all that stuff you were telling me in the Gaming Room； about offering yourself to the winner？ All that was true？〃
〃All that was true。〃
〃Just how far did you go？〃
She turned the photographs over； putting their excesses out of sight。
〃As far as you want；〃 she said； smiling。 〃Then just a little further。〃
She unnerved him； and she knew it。 She took hold of his hand。 〃e on；〃 she said； 〃Let's go outside。 We're missing the dusk。〃
FOUR
They were too late。 It had been twilight when they'd entered the Pool House。 Now it was night。 But that wasn't the only change that had taken place in the time they'd lingered there。 The air Todd breathed when he stepped outside again was something more than a little colder； a little darker； than it had been。 Though there was no wind （at least the trees weren't moving） still he felt movement around and against him； a delicate touch on his arm； on his shoulder； something touching the back of his head。 He looked at Katya。 There was precious little light out here； but he could see her face with curious clarity； almost as though it were lit from within。 Her expression was one of considerable pleasure。
〃Say hello； Todd。。。〃 she told him。
〃Who to？〃
〃Oh e on。 Stop pretending to yourself。 You know they're here。〃
There was something brushing his cheek； lightly。 He flicked it away； as though it might be a moth； though he knew it wasn't。
〃I don't understand what's going on；〃 he said； his words a kind of plea。 He'd thought earlier that he could do without answers； that having her here was enough。 Now he was disfited again； he wanted some explanations for these mysteries； which multiplied every time he turned round。 First Katya and her stories of the Gaming Room； then the guesthouse and the life…masks and the posters； then the bath； and the Terror。 Now this： the Pool House and its history of debaucheries； locked away for posterity； and as if all that weren't enough； they'd stepped out into these moth…wing touches against his cheek； his arm； his groin。 He wanted to know what it all meant； but he was afraid of the answer。 No； that wasn't it。 He was afraid he already knew the answer。
〃You don't need me to tell you what's going on here；〃 Katya said； echoing his thoughts。 〃You can feel them； can't you？〃
Oh God； yes； he could feel them。 These weren't moths or mosquitoes around him。 They were people。 People； hidden in the air。 〃Say it。〃
〃Ghosts。〃
〃Yes。 Of course。 Ghosts。〃
〃Oh； Jesus。〃
〃The Canyon's full of ghosts。〃
〃I don't believe in ghosts。〃
〃You don't have to believe；〃 she said； 〃It's nothing to do with believing or not believing。 They're here。 All around you。 Just let yourself see them。 You know they're here。〃
Of course he knew。 In his gut； he'd known all along there was some mystery like this waiting in the wings。 And what Katya said about belief was right。 Whether he believed in the Life Everlasting or not was a grand irrelevance。 The dead were here。 He could feel their fingers； their breaths； their stares。 And now； as they pressed closer； he began to see them。 He had to work up some spit before he could speak again。
〃Why can I see you and I'm only now seeing them？〃 he asked。 〃Because I'm not dead； Todd。 And if you're very good； in a little while I'll show you why。 You're going to like it too。 My special room…〃
At the mention of the room； the air； or rather those who moved invisibly through it； became agitated。 The number of touches that Todd felt doubled； tripled。 Apparently Katya felt them too； and she was somewhat irritated by them。
〃Calm down； calm down；〃 she said。
There were subtle smears of light in front of Todd； as though the emotion the ghosts were feeling…spurred by Katya's mention of the room…was causing them to show themselves。 He thought he saw a face in one of the smears； or some part of a face： a row of perfect teeth； the gleam of a bright blue eye。 The more he thought he saw； the more there was to support his suspicion。 The smears grew more cogent； painting the forms of faces and shoulders and hands。 They lasted only a little time…like fireworks； bursting into glorious life then dying away…but each time one was ignited its life lasted a little longer； and the form it etched in the darkness made more sense to him。
There were people everywhere around him。 Not just a few。 Dozens of them； the ghosts of parties past； lining up to touch the living。
〃You begin to see them； don't you？〃 Katya said。
〃Yes；〃 he replied breathlessly。 〃I do。。。begin。。。to see them。〃
〃Pretty people。〃
More than pretty。 Beautiful； and in many cases famous。 One woman…was it Jean Harlow？…wandered in front of him with her glittering dress torn away to expose her breasts。 She was e and gone so quickly it was hard for Todd to be sure； but she seemed to have bite…marks on her flesh； clustered around her nipples。 She'd no sooner passed from sight than two figures； tied together with ropes that went from neck to neck； came into view。 Both were male。 Both were naked。 Both shone with a mixture of sweat and blood。 This would have been distressing enough； but it was their smiles； their lunatic smiles； which made Todd flinch。
〃Sal and Jimmy；〃 Katya said。 〃They fool around like that all the time。 It's a little lynching game。〃
He pulled his hand out of hers。 〃This is too much。〃
〃It's all right；〃 she said。 〃There's nothing to be afraid of。〃
He waved them away； like a child trying to ward off nightmares。 〃I don't want to see them。〃
Laughter came out of the darkness to meet his demand。 The ghosts were apparently much amused。 Their laughing made faces blossom all round him。 Several he could name： famous beauties； returned to their perfection this bizarre after…life； as though they'd remembered themselves as their public would have willed them to be。 Merle Oberon and George Sanders； Mary Pickford and Veronica Lake。
Todd started to retreat up the lawn； still waving them off。 The phantoms came in giddy pursuit。
〃All right； enough！〃 Katya yelled at them。 〃I said enough！〃 Her word was apparently law； even in such stellar pany as this。 The laughter rapidly subsided； and the divine faces stopped pressing toward him。
He took the moment to hasten his retreat； turning his back on the assembly and hurrying back in what he hoped was the general direction of the house。 His thoughts were in chaos。 It seemed at that moment that his life since Burrows had been one long downward spiral into a kind of insanity。
〃Wait； love！〃 Katya had e after him； her voice as pliant as ever。 She caught up with him。
〃I'm losing my mind；〃
