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

Excellent advice. He'd gotten into enough trouble today,
thanks very much. The girlтАФwhoever she wasтАФlooked old
enough to take care of herself. For all he knew, she was
boo-hooing over a Friends re-run. Whatever the problem, it
was none of his business.

Nope. None.

He gave up looking for chocolate milk and decided to just
find a water fountain. Anything to get away from that soft,
steady crying.

"Okayyyyy. . . we're just gonna walk out of here. Right past
the girl and out the door. Let's go. And while we're at it,
we're going to stop talking to ourselves."

While he was muttering to himself he was moving past the
girl's table. He glanced back only onceтАФbut like Lot's wife,
one look back was his undoing. She just looked so. . . pretty
and pitiful. It broke his heart a little. It wasn't much fun to see
someone in obvious pain. Especially since he'd had more than
his fair share of pain this past year.

But he wasn't going to think about that.

When he got closer, he saw he'd been wrong about her eyes.
They weren't green. They were an amazing shade of blue, like
the sky on a cloudless day.

What was wrong with him? 'Like the sky on a cloudless
day'? You'd think he'd been the one to take a blow to the
head, not Langenfeld. Disgusted, he tried to notice something
besides her fine looks, and noted the ice cream in front of her
was chocolate.

"Um. . . hi. Are youтАФthis is going to sound stupid, but are
you all right?"

"Fine."

The girl didn't stop crying. Her ice cream was melting, and as
if that had special meaning, the girl suddenly picked up her
spoon and shoved it into the gluey mass.

He tried again. "Do you want a napkin or something?"

"No. Go away."
She was gripping the spoon so hard her knuckles were
white. With a mental sigh, Austin pulled back a chair and sat
down.