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

The strange introduction had deranged her usual poise. "IsтАФhe expecting you?"


"No. We met in the WebWorld."


"Come in," she said uncertainly. "I'll get him."


Turning, she strode through the house, disturbed at her state of mind. It occurred to
her she hadn't asked what he wanted to talk to them about. He might, she thought, be
a salesman. Or a collection agent! The thought alarmed her.


At the head of the basement stairs, she closed the door behind her and called down.
"Ben?"


"Yes?"


"There's someone to see you. Us."


Ben Shoreff came out of the laundry room, sleeves rolled to the elbows, forearms
thick with dark curly hair. "Did he say who he is?"
Lee frowned. It was unlike her not to remember; she was good with names. "Lou
someone." She lowered her voice. "And, Ben, he knew where you were: downstairs
doing laundry!"


Frowning, Ben started up, rolling his sleeves down as he came. At the top he paused
to button them. His attention was on who the visitor might be, rather than on Lee's
odd comment. Lou was a common enough name; he must, he thought, know someone
named Lou. Together they went to the living room, where he found an Asian he didn't
recall seeing before. Asian-American, he corrected. He stands like an American, holds
himself like one.


"I'm Ben Shoreff," Ben said. "Have we met?"


"On the WebWorld. I'm Lor Lu. From Millennium. We chatted."


Ben frowned, not recalling. "And you came here to . . . ?"


The grin reappeared. "I had asked to speak with Mrs. Shoreff. I'd read her business