"FWLS30" - читать интересную книгу автора (A Future We'd Like to See)

leave a nice note and some money, and leave."

"That'd be stealing," Daria said. "Let's just wake up the
owner and tell him our situation."

"Don't you think the doorknocker would have woken him up? I
don't hear anything."

"What, do you think he's dead or something?"

KRAK-KABOOM! More thunder.

"I hate rain," Daria grumbled. She sniffed the air. "You
smell something burning?"

"No."

"I do... comin' from in here..." she said, following the
scent much like a cartoon character being tugged along by a hand-
shaped cloud.

"Hey, wait up!" I said, chasing after her. I was three
steps away from the door when it closed. By itself.

Wind. Just the wind.

*

"Hickory!" Daria commented, walking across the library to
the fireplace. "I remember when my dad used to burn logs like
these. The smell lingered around the house for days. Here, sit
over here by the fireplace."

Now, considering that she had been minorly repulsed by me
all week 'cuz of the friends I keep, I was a bit surprised by the
offer. I dismissed it as nostalgia high and had a seat. I had
to admit, it was quite cozy.

"Funny, I'm dry already," I said, feeling my jacket. "That
must be one strong fire."

"What's that?" Daria asked, pointing to the neatly sealed
note on the endtable next to the fireplace that I could have
SWORN wasn't there when we walked in here. (Yeah, I know, long
sentence. I told you I warn't no good in english.)

"Looks like a sealed note. Best leave it alone," I said as
she opened it. And *I* was the one that needed smartening up?

"Uhh, Jeremy?" she said, ('cuz it was my name... shoulda