"Davidson,.MaryJanice.-.Betsy.2.-.Dead.Girls.Don't.Dance" - читать интересную книгу автора (Davidson Mary Janice)

She was surprised she hadn't recognized him earlierЧit had only been seven
years, and he still looked much the same. Same surfer-boy, tanned, blond good
looks. A little broader through the shoulders, a little longer through the legs.
His faded blue eyesЧthe color of old denimЧwere still friendly, the expression
still low-key. He looked exactly like what he was: a handsome, mild, life of the
party fella who never ever had trouble getting a date.
She'd even asked him out once, their junior year, butЕ
He cleared his throat. "Uh, AndreaЕ the reason I didn't recognize you right
awayЧ"
"I know why," she said thinly, climbing to her feet and brushing sand off her
jeans.
"ЧumЧaren't you supposed to be dead?"
"Of course I'm dead, you idiot. But that's not why you didn't recognize me."
She walked away, hearing faint sirens in the distance.



Chapter 2

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"ANDREA? Andrea! Hey! Wait up!"
"What?" she growled, not turning around. A chill breeze was picking up off the
lake, making her hurry. Of course, she was always cold, so what did a breeze
matter? "Go away." I'm still hungry.
"So, you're dead and hanging around beaches and biting guys now? I thought you
were an Economics major."
She almost laughed. Ah, the days when her biggest problem was figuring out the
effect of interest rates on capital investment flowsЕ or was it the other way
around? "I was. Then I had an accident. Now I'm here."
He jogged up beside her. "Hey, listen. About before. I didn't mean to hurt your
feelings. Sure I remember you. You wereЧyou were really cute."
"You're an idiot," she replied. "It's all right, I'm leaving. You don't have to
talk to me anymore."
"Hey, it's okay," he said, completely ignoring her broad hint. "I want to. So,
like, what happened to you?"
She nearly tripped over her own feet. "Why in the world do you care?"
"WellЕ doesn't look to me like you're having much fun these days."
"What a tragedy," she mocked.
"WellЕ yeah."
To Daniel Harris, she realized, it probably was. The man had always been waiting
for a party to happen. At college he'd been infamous for the fact that the
lights were never out in his room.
"You wouldn't believe me anyway," she said, weakening.
"UhЕ you bit me, remember? And I was a lifeguard back home. You really
didn'tЧdon'tЧhave a pulse. I mean, when you sat up I tried to fool myself like
maybe I'd made a mistake, but how hard is it to check a pulse? So are youЧokay,
this is gonna sound really dumbЧlike something out of the moviesЧbut are
youЧdon't laugh, nowЧ"
"Yes. I'm a vampire."
He digested that in silence. They had reached the parking lot, and she shook