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Автор Билл Пронзини
Bill Pronzini
Pumpkin
The first Amanda Sutter knew of the pumpkin, the strange pumpkin, was a day in late September.
She had spent most of that morning and early afternoon shopping in Half Moon Bay, and it was almost two o’clock when she pointed the old Dodge pickup south on Highway One. She watched for the sign at the farm road, as she always did; finally saw it begin to grow in the distance, until she could read, first, the bright orange letters that said SUTTER PUMPKIN FARM, and then the smaller black letters underneath:
Amanda smiled as she turned past the sign, onto the farm’s unpaved access road. The wording had been Harley’s idea, which had surprised some people who didn’t know him very well. Harley was a quiet, reserved man – too reserved, sometimes; she was forever trying to get him to let his hair down a little – and he never bragged. As far as he was concerned, the sign was simply a statement of fact. “Well, our pumpkins
That was Harley for you, in a nutshell.
The road climbed up a bare-backed hill, and when she reached the crest Amanda stopped the pickup to admire the view. She never tired of it, especially at this time of year and on this sort of crisp, clear early fall day.
The white farm buildings lay in a little pocket directly below, with the fields stretching out on three sides and the ocean vast and empty beyond. The pumpkins were ripe now, the same bright orange as the lettering on the sign – Connecticut Field for the most part, with a single parcel devoted to Small Sugar; hundreds of them dotting the brown and green earth like a bonanza of huge gold nuggets, gleaming in the afternoon sun. The sun-glare was caught on the ruffly blue surface of the Pacific, too, so that it likewise held a sheen of orange-gold.She sat for a time watching the Mexican laborers Harley had hired to harvest the pumpkins – to first cut their stems and then, once they had their two to three weeks of curing in the fields, load the bulk of the crop onto produce trucks for shipment to San Francisco and San Jose. It wouldn’t be long now until Halloween. And on the weekend preceding it, the annual Pumpkin Festival.
The festival attracted thousands of people from all over the Bay Area and was
the year’s big doings in Half Moon Bay. There was a parade featuring the high school band and kids dressed up in Halloween costumes; there were booths selling crafts, whole pumpkins, and pumpkin delicacies – pies and cookies, soups and breads; and on Sunday the competition between growers in the area for the season’s largest exhibition pumpkin was held. The year Sutter Farm had won the contest, 2006, the fruit Harley had carefully nurtured in a mixture of pure compost and spent-mushroom manure weighed in 336 pounds. There had been no blue ribbons since, but the prospects were good for this season: one of Harley’s new exhibition pumpkins had already grown to better than 320 pounds.
