"Applegate, Katherine A - Animorphs - 24 - The Suspicion" - читать интересную книгу автора (Applegate Katherine A)

And Jake is almost as oblivious as I am to clothes and makeup and all that.

Jake saw us coming and looked like he wanted to hide. It suddenly
occurred to me that he'd never seen me in a bathing suit. Now I wanted
to hide.

"Hi!" he said, giving a little wave and keeping his eyes rock-steady on
my face.

"Oh, man, this has got to be trouble," Rachel said, loudly enough for
Jake to hear. "Okay, Jake, whose butt do we have to go and kick?"

Normally he would have smiled. But he just swallowed, darted a look at
the rest of me, blushed, and once again, grimly focused on my face.

"He thinks I look dumpy," I muttered to Rachel under my breath.

13 "Cassie, you are so hopeless. What you know about guys could fit on
the head of a pin. Good grief. That is not a 'she looks dumpy' look.
That's a 'whoa, she looks hot, but I better not show any reaction or
she'll get offended' look."

We came up to where Jake was standing. "I, uh, I brought some stuff over
for you to take to Goodwill. Remember, you said I should. So I did. Some
stuff and all. I gave it to your dad, and he took it. He just left."

I had to admit, this was more stammery than Jake usually got. Rachel had
drifted around behind him so she could roll her eyes and do a mean
parody of him looking embarrassed.

I was fighting the urge to laugh when I spotted something that made me
freeze.

There was another toy spaceship attached to the water pump.

I leaped toward it. "Jake, did you get this off the truck?" I asked.

"What? No. What is that?"

I looked hard, blinked, and looked again. The toy spacecraft was back.
Only it wasn't the same. This one was shorter, broader, with two big
"engines" at the back instead of the clusters of smaller ones. And the
death's-head bridge was different, too. Still a death's-head, but different.

14 "It's not the same," I said to Rachel. "It's similar, but it's not
the same."

Rachel stopped rolling her eyes. Jake looked at each of us, puzzled.

And then, to our utter amazement, the little "toy" ship separated from