"Esther M. Friesner - Jesus at Bat" - читать интересную книгу автора (Friesner Esther M)

"I hear tell you've been going up to Pittsburgh to have it done." Zzzip-zot, a
slender blade slipped in and out between Sally McClellan's spareribs without
The
Little Woman feeling anything but a draft tickling her pancreas.

Sally turned bright red. "Who told you that?"

"Marylynn Drummer." Barb's eyes were hooded and inscrutable, but she licked
her
lips to savor the taste of blood.

"Well, it's just a baldfaced lie!" Sally spat. "When did she say so?"

"Mmmm, hard to recall." Barb sucked a few last crimson drops off the tip of
her
index finger. "I see her so often. Every week she's in the La Belie for a
shampoo and blow-dry at least. She's got a standing appointment." It was time
for the coup de grace, the mercy stroke to end the victim's misery but good.
"Sometimes she even brings in little Bobby, and you would be amazed to see how
that boy has grown. Why, just the other day Vic was saying to me, 'Barb, I'd
like to see what Bobby Drummer could do if I gave him a chance to pitch, I
really would.'"

It was all over except for where to ship the body.

Sally McClellan's face sank in on itself like an old helium balloon with a
pinhole leak. "Isn't that interesting," she said through a smile so stiff it
clattered. "But do you think it's wise? My Jason has always pitched for the
Bobcats, and I assumed --"

Barb laughed. "It's not like Vic was breaking up a winning team set-up,
sweetie.
Who knows? If Vic gives Bobby a chance to pitch, maybe that'll turn the trick.
And you should have seen Bobby's little face light up when I told him what
Coach
Vic was considering."

"Considering? Then it's not settled?" Sally's eyes flashed. She fingered her
hair. "You know, it's so easy to let yourself go over the winter, don't you
agree, Barb? Maybe I should take a lesson off Marylynn Drummer. You got room
for
another standing appointment on your calendar?"

"I'll see what I can do," Barb murmured. "Of course it is harder to fit things
in these days. Did I tell you that Pauline Fleck's having me host an Amway
party
at her family reunion?" Needless to say, Barb went on to rhapsodize over how
much dear little Scott Fleck had grown this past winter and didn't Sally agree
that the boy deserved a tryout as pitcher for the Bobcats, too?