"Easton, Tom - Real Men Don't Bark at Fire Hydrants" - читать интересную книгу автора (Easton Thomas A)

A real one! At last!

Mickey Gorgonzola conscientiously reminded himself that a very large
"MAYBE" really did have to be attached to his conclusion.

But then he lay back on his pillow with a beatific smile on his face.



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"What else could he be?" He lay in bed, arms crossed behind his head.
Kilroy stood beside the bed, his chin resting on the mattress, his tail wagging
like a demented metronome.

"A nut." Rocky grimaced as she yanked the brush through a tangle. She was
wearing nothing but panty-hose. "I told you that yesterday."

"People don't go nuts that way."

"They go nuts in every way that you could possibly think of. And they keep
thinking up new ones."

He shook his head vigorously. "Come on. You didn't see the guy. He looked
utterly rational."

"He did?"

"You know what I mean. He wasn't drooling. His eyes weren't rolling." He
showed her what he meant and was rewarded by a flickering smile. "Of course, he
wasn't looking at..."

She threw the hairbrush at him.

He threw it back, rolled out of the bed, thumped Kilroy on the shoulders,
and pushed the dog out of the way. "Pretty soon, boy. Give me a minute. Maybe
I'll even take you with me today."

"There's scarcely enough room in that office for you."

He was rummaging in a drawer for socks and underwear. "We'll manage."

"And what're you going to do about this space alien of yours?"

He shrugged. "I dunno. Keep my eyes open, I suppose."

"And if you see him?"