"Mary Janice Davidson - Dying For Ice Cream" - читать интересную книгу автора (Davidson Mary Janice)

"Hello, may I speak to. . . Austin, please?

Cripes, what now? "This is." And no, he thought, we don't
want to switch long distance carriers.

"I'm so glad to reach you!" whoever-it-was gushed. "This is
Kirsten Robinson. . . Yvonne's mother?"

Oh, Lord, he thought. The silly twit's decided to press assault
charges or something. Probably told her mom I tried to rape
her. Well, I'll just counter-sue.

He slapped his forehead and swallowed a groan. "Eeeee. . .
yeah?"

"I just wanted to thank you for helping our daughter. She's
talked about nothingтАФno oneтАФelse since she got home."

"I'll bet."

"What?"

"Look, I'm sorry about knocking her off her chair, but I
couldn't think of what else toтАФ"

"Can you go with her to her doctor's appointment
tomorrow?"

He took the phone away from his ear and looked at it, then
said, "I'm sorry, this must be a lousy connection. I thought you
saidтАФ"

"Her therapist has recommended she confide in a peer."

"Appear?" he echoed dumbly.

"Someone her own age. Because of the tremendous lifestyle
adjustment, of course."

"Of course." Thinking: huh?

"But she doesn't want to talk to any of her friends about it.
She doesn't want them to know. But you're safe."
 "Safe as. . ." A condom, he had been about to say, but that
probably wouldn't be appropriate. ". . . aspirin." Now he was
beginning to get it. He was safe because he wasn't in her little
crowd. And went to another high school to boot. He didn't
count. So she would condescend to speak with him.