"Mary Janice Davidson - Betsy 01 - Undead And Unwed" - читать интересную книгу автора (Davidson Mary Janice)

тАЬOr youтАЩll suck my blood?тАЭ

тАЬIтАЩm trying to put that off,тАЭ I admitted, but couldnтАЩt help but dart a glance at her long, ebony neck. тАЬThe
thought of it makes me want to yark. Repeatedly. Besides, I hate dark meat.тАЭ

That earned me a sharp poke. I needled Jess whenever I could, because it was a best friendтАЩs privilege
and also because she was grossly prejudiced. Thought all whites were greedy and treacherous, with the
possible exception of yours truly. Admittedly, this could sometimes be a hard case to argue.

When we met in seventh grade, her first words to me were, тАЬDrop dead twice, you privileged,
whitemeat schmuck.тАЭ The fact that she was saying this while clutching a Gucci bag didnтАЩt seem to matter
to her. My response (тАЬGo cry in a bag of money, sweetie.тАЭ) startled her into becoming my friend. ThatтАЩs
how I made most of my friends: the element of surprise.

тАЬNow that youтАЩre undead,тАЭ Jessica went on, тАЬI expect you to stop repressing me and others of my
racial persuasion,тАЭ she said primly, which was as big a laugh as IтАЩd had that day. Jessica was about as
repressed as Martha Stewart.

тАЬNoted.тАЭ

тАЬAre you being driven insane with the unholy urge to feed?тАЭ she asked in a тАШwould you like cream with
that?тАЩ tone of voice.

I couldnтАЩt help grinning. тАЬNot insane, but IтАЩm super, super thirsty. Like, jump out of bed and work out
for an hour thirsty. Dancing at the club all night thirsty.тАЭ

тАЬWell, stay the hell awayтАжIтАЩd hate to have to pepper spray my best friend.тАЭ

тАЬRight. After throwing myself off the roof, getting run over by a garbage truck, electrocuting myself,
drinking bleach, and committing a double homicide and felonious assault, I sure wouldnтАЩt want to be
pepper sprayed.тАЭ

She smiled. тАЬYouтАЩre unkillable now. Good. I donтАЩt need another phone call like I got last week.тАЭ

тАЬAbout thatтАжhow long have I been dead? WhatтАЩs been going on? I canтАЩt askthem ,тАЭ I said, jerking my
head toward the living room. тАЬHeтАЩs in shock and sheтАЩs useless.тАЭ

тАЬWell,тАЭ Jessica began slowly, folding her legs beneath her and clasping her fingers together. She looked
like a black praying mantis. тАЬYour dad called me Wednesday night. I reacted to the news of your death
by calling him a fucking honky liar and slamming the phone down. FYI, IтАЩve never called anyone a honky
in my life; itтАЩsso twentieth century. Then, for effect, I burst into tears. Also very twentieth century. This
lasted about eight hours. I called the rest of the gang, and talked to Officer StudтАФтАЭ

тАЬNick Berry?тАЭ

тАЬHe called to ask about funeral information. I guess he found out about the accident because heтАЩs a cop
and all. He was at the funeral,тАЭ she added slyly. SheтАЩd been teasing me about my nonexistent affair for
months.

тАЬOooh, details, who else?тАЭ