"Fielding, Joy - Lost" - читать интересную книгу автора (Fielding Joy)

"This is so French, don't you think?"

"I CAN'T BELIEVE she did that to me," Cindy muttered as she waited for
the light at the corner of Balmoral and Avenue Road to change.

"I can't believe she gave him my number." She shook her head, growing
impatient and running across the busy thoroughfare at the first break
in the traffic.

"I can'tbelieve I said I'd go. What's the matter with me?"

She could hear Elvis barking as soon as her toe hit the sidewalk, even
though her house was at the far end of the street. That meant no one
was home, and the dog had probably peed on the hall rug, a favorite new
protest spot for being left alone for more than thirty minutes. She'd
tried locking him in the kitchen, but he always found a way out. He'd
even figured out how to unlock the large wire crate Cindy had
purchased, and that now sat empty in the garage. Cindy chuckled. He
was Julia's dog all right.

A slight breeze whispered through the lush green leaves crowding the
branches of the large maple trees lining the beautiful wide street in
the heart of the city.

Cindy and Tom had purchased the old, brown-brick home near the corner
of Balmoral and Poplar Plains only months before Tom moved out, and
she'd kept it as part of their divorce settlement. In return, Tom got
to keep the oceanfront condo in Florida and the lakeside cottage in
Muskoka, which was fine with Cindy, who'd always considered herself a
city girl at heart.

It was one of the reasons she loved Toronto, and had loved it from the
moment her father had relocated the family here from the suburbs of
Detroit just after her thirteenth birthday. At first she'd been
apprehensive about moving to a new city, a new country-It's always
snowing up there; the people only speak French; stand absolutely still
if you see a bear!-but within days all such fears had been dispelled by
the pleasant reality that was Toronto. More than the interesting
architecture, the diverse neighborhoods, the plethora of art galleries,
trendy boutiques, and theaters, what Cindy loved most about the city
was the fact that people actually lived there, that they didn't just
work there during the day only to disappear into distant suburbs at
night. The entire downtown core was residential. Stately old mansions
with backyard swimming pools shared the same streets as towering new
office buildings, and everything was only minutes away from a subway
line-the subways clean, the streets safe, the people polite, if
admittedly more reserved than their neighbors to the south. A city of
over three million people-five million if you counted the surrounding
areas-and there were rarely more than fifty murders a year. Amazing,