Спрут: Калифорнийская история

           You’reabouttheonlygirlthatIeverknewwell,andIguess,”hedeclareddeliberately,“you’reabouttheonlyoneIwanttoknow.It’smynature.Youdidn’tsayanythingthattimewhenwestoodtheretogetherandDelaneywasplayingthefool,but,somehow,Igottheideathatyoudidn’twantDelaneytodoformeonelittlebit;thatifhe’dgotmethenyouwouldhavebeensorrierthanifhe’dgotanyoneelse.Well,Ifeltjustthatwayaboutyou.Iwouldratherhavehadhimshootanyothergirlintheroomthanyou;yes,orinthewholeState.Why,ifanythingshouldhappentoyou,MissHilma—well,Iwouldn’tcaretogoonwithanything.S.BehrmancouldjumpQuienSabe,andwelcome.AndDelaneycouldshootmefullofholeswheneverhegotgoodandready.I’dquit.I’dlayrightdown.Iwouldn’tcareawhoopaboutanythinganymore.Youaretheonlygirlformeinthewholeworld.Ididn’tthinksoatfirst.Ididn’twantto.Butseeingyouaroundeveryday,andseeinghowprettyyouwere,andhowclever,andhearingyourvoiceandall,why,itjustgotallinsideofmesomehow,andnowIcan’tthinkofanythingelse.IhatetogotoSanFrancisco,orSacramento,orVisalia,orevenBonneville,foronlyaday,justbecauseyouaren’tthere,inanyofthoseplaces,andIjustrushwhatI’vegottodosoasIcangetbackhere.WhileyouwereawaythatChristmastime,why,Iwasaslonesomeas—oh,youdon’tknowanythingaboutit.Ijustscratchedoffthedaysonthecalendareverynight,onebyone,tillyougotback.Anditjustcomestothis,Iwantyouwithmeallthetime.