"John Dalmas - The Second Coming" - читать интересную книгу автора (Dalmas John)

She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "This isn't really that bad," she said.
"This house I mean. I just wish Millennium wasn't a cult. And there's the school to
worry about . . ."


The doorbell rang, and Ben strode from the room, Lee following. While he headed for
the front door, she went into the kitchen, where she could hear the girls' voices.
"Mom," Becca said, "there's a little building in the backyard, probably to store stuff
in. But it's empty, and we don't have anything to store in it, so Raquel and I want to
fix it up for a playhouse. And there's a girl's bike on the patio next door, so we'll have
someone to play with! Do you know when our bikes will get here?"


"Not exactly. In a few days."


"Lee?" It was Ben, looking in from the living room. "There's a man here. He'd like to
take us to meet Ngunda."


"Now?"


He nodded. "If we're ready. Or we can make it later."


I need to shower, she thought, and do something with my hair. Maybe change . . . Oh
to hell with it! "All right. Let's meet him." If he doesn't like the way we look, let him
fire us.


The man in their living room was young, perhaps thirty she thought. And personable,
his smile convincing. She didn't trust him a bit. "Mrs. Shoreff," he said, "I'm Larry
Rocco. Ngunda would like to meet you two today. He'll be leaving on tour in the
morning."


Lee nodded curtly. "Fine," she said brusquely. After instructing the girls not to leave
the house, she and Ben left with Rocco. As they stepped off the porch, Rocco
gestured with his right hand. "I'm your neighbor," he said, "three houses down."


There was no car in front; they were expected to walk. Of course, she realized.
Everything here is so close. Everything but a town, a real town.


As they walked, she noticed the landscaping was quite good. Give the trees and
shrubs a few more years to grow . . . There were even sidewalks and curbs. Whoever
bankrolled Millennium had deep pockets, and she wondered about that, not for the