"Asaro, Catherine - Echea" - читать интересную книгу автора (Asaro Catherine)

would be our beauty some day, something my
husband claimed was unfair, since she also
had the brains.

"Hi," she said, standing in the middle of
the lawn. She wasnТt looking at us. She
was looking at Echea.

Echea stopped walking. She had been
slightly ahead of me. By stopping, she
forced me to stop too.

"IТm not like them," she said. She was
glaring at my daughters. "I donТt want to
be."

"You donТt have to be," I said softly.

"But you can be civil," my husband said.

Echea frowned at him, and in that moment,
I think, their relationship was defined.

"I suppose youТre the pampered baby," she
said to Anne.

Anne grinned.

"ThatТs right," she said. "I like it
better than being the spoiled brat."

I held my breath. "Pampered baby" wasnТt
much different from "spoiled brat" and we
all knew it.

"Do you have a spoiled brat?" Echea asked.

"No," Anne said.

Echea looked at the house, the lawn, the
lake, and whispered. "You do now."

Later, my husband told me he heard this as
a declaration. I heard it as awe. My
daughters saw it as something else
entirely.

"I think you have to fight Susan for it,"
Anne said.