"Marina Fitch - Sarah at the Tide Pool" - читать интересную книгу автора (Fitch Marina)

Richard liked? Which sports, which foods? Well, broccoli, but when they went to
dinner what sort of dishes did he order? Sarah began to tremble. She knew about his
research, about his experiments in molecular assemblers, but what was his favorite
dessert? His favorite flower? She buried her face in her hands. What was his favorite
color?

Her hands filled with tears. тАЬGod, oh God.тАЭ

CelesteтАЩs left arm wound awkwardly around her, pulled her close. тАЬHe really
hurt you, the bastard. And now heтАЩs trying to discredit your research by making it
obsolete. Fucking bastard.тАЭ

Sarah tried to protest, but the words dissolved beneath the weight of her tears.
Celeste rocked her, stroking her hair. тАЬHey,тАЭ Celeste crooned. тАЬWeтАЩll fix him, Sarah.
WeтАЩll fix him.тАЭ

Sarah screamed around her fist.

And thought about Richard, and who he was. Thought about those two things
all week long, wandering through the house late at night, touching the few books
Richard left behind, laying out the jewelry heтАЩd bought her, the delicate wire rings
and earrings, the thin gold chain with the three diamonds and the gold star. She
played the albums heтАЩd forgotten. And she waited for Sunday so that she could tell
Celeste about Richard.

тАЬHe likes Chopin and old nineties metal and тАФтАЭ The words died on SarahтАЩs
lips as Jason walked through the lab door behind Celeste. SarahтАЩs hands knotted,
then fell open in surprise. Celeste strode into the room, dressed in an old black
leotard and pink tights. Her hair, once so red, was a pale, sun-kissed blonde. In the
past month and a half, her hips and waist had thickened, her bottom ballooned. She
was RichardтАЩs dream woman come to life.

SarahтАЩs shoulders folded inward. Her chest felt as though it would crack with
the pressure. Jealousy weighted the edge. As soon as Richard met Celeste, as soon
as тАФ The image of Celeste and Richard entwined, tangled in fresh white sheets
burned through her. SarahтАЩs hands clenched and unclenched.

тАЬWhat do you think?тАЭ Celeste said, spinning.

тАЬPerfect, isnтАЩt she?тАЭ Jason said. тАЬWith bait like this, we should have no
trouble landing him.тАЭ

тАЬPiece of cake,тАЭ Celeste said. Her eyes glowed with satisfaction. But not just
satisfaction тАФ pity stared back at Sarah, and scorn. Sarah searched CelesteтАЩs face
for the kind, empathic person who had worked so hard at opening her up . . .
worked so hard . . . .

Sarah hugged herself to ward off the sudden chill. Of course it was work.
Celeste needed all the information she could get so that she could kill Richard. Kill
him. Ice filled the void in SarahтАЩs heart as the reality of it hit her. Not some fantasy,