"MacAvoy,.R.A.-.Tea.With.The.Black.Dragon" - читать интересную книгу автора (Dragon Stories)Martha Macnamara stood at the Pacific, her toes
digging into the froth. She had come the length of the country in one day's flight, and she had trouble believing that this was a different ocean. "Oh go on, admit it," she grumbled, kicking the ivory scum from a pile of kelp. "You're all the same water." Perhaps not. She peered at the line where the iron blue of the sky hit the soft-colored water. So bare a sky did not shine over Coney Island. A gull plunged, kissed the water and veered right and away, all ten yards from Mrs. Macnamara. Her head rose to follow its flight and her hands lifted, echoing the bird's gesture. For a moment it seemed her prim figure, gray suited and graying, would fly away into the westЧor north along the dirty beach toward the Bridge. But that was just for a moment, and then the hands touched at the braids that coiled around her head, braids that threatened to slip over her ears. "If you would know the Way," she recited to herself, "observe the subtlety of water." Martha considered these onto the sand. What was subtle in such a display of power? With her round blue eyes very calm in her small round face Mrs. Macnamara watched the ocean. Slowly she smiled. Where was Liz nowЧat work? Should Martha try to call again, or wait for her daughter to make the move? After all, Elizabeth had set up the reservation. Martha Macnamara would never have chosen to stay in a place 2 TEA WITH THE BLACK DRAGON like the James Herald Hotel. Oh, it was comfortable, doubtless, and the only person she had spoken to in the hotelЧa bartenderЧhad proven friendly; she had bent his ear for forty minutes at lunchЧher dinner, what with the time changeЧperched on a red leather stool amid black oak and brass, rattling on about airplanes racing the sun, and how the violin had evolved from the viola when Europeans were able to afford carpets and drapes . . . But with the price of a night's lodging at the James Herald she could have bought that bass bow she'd |
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