"Fielding, Joy - Lost" - читать интересную книгу автора (Fielding Joy)"I'm not catatonic." "The divorce was seven years ago, Mom. Get over it." "I assure you, I'm well over your father." Julia arched one thin eyebrow, plucked to within a hair of its life. "Anyway, they're looking for an unknown, which probably means every girl in North America will be up for the part. Heather, for God's sake," Julia shouted, as the shower shuddered to a halt. "You're not the only one who lives here, you know." Cindy stared toward the thick cream-colored broadloom at her feet. It had been less than a year since Julia had decided to move back home with her mother and sister after seven years of living with her father, and only because her father's new wife had made it clear she considered their five-thousand-square foot lakeside penthouse too cramped for the three of them. Julia had made it equally clear to her mother that her move home was temporary, one borne of financial necessity, and that she'd be moving into her own apartment as soon as her fledgling acting career took off. Cindy had been so eager to have her daughter back, to make up for the time missed, the years lost, that even the sight of dampen her initial enthusiasm. Cindy had welcomed Julia back with open arms and a grateful heart. The door to Heather's bedroom opened, and a sleepy-eyed teenage girl in an oversized purple nightshirt spotted with tiny pink hearts squinted into the hall. Delicate long fingers pushed several tendrils of loose brown curls away from the slight oval of her Botticelli face, then rubbed at the freckles peppering the tip of her upturned nose. "What's all the racket?" she asked as Elvis jumped up to lick her chin. "Oh, for God's sake," Julia muttered angrily when she saw her sister, then kicked at the bathroom door with her bare feet. "Duncan, get your bony ass out of there." "Julia ...." "Mother " "Duncan's ass is not bony," Heather said. "I can't believe I'm going to be late for my audition because my sister'smoronic boyfriend is using my shower." |
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