"FWLS55" - читать интересную книгу автора (A Future We'd Like to See)

"Listen, miss, whoever you are, you've got to calm down
here. Do you want the full story or not?" I asked.

I mentally kicked myself for attempting an attack from
within a dojo's social area, and straightened out, holstering my
spatulas.

"Goood," Joey said, pulling himself back into his seat. "I
thought it was common knowledge by now, anyway. See, Jim Bob
caught a strain of the Yttian Flu while we were touring with
Stomach Contents out near the Anarchy Zones... nasty strain, the
one that can kill a non-Ytt in six hours. Anyway, he died there.
The band broke up, since a replacement was out of the question...
and since he did seem to love his fighting art thingy, I thought
I'd carry it on in his honor, sort of. See?"

"'Fighting art thingy'?" I asked.

"Exactly. Now, you say your last name is Tatewaki, right?
Are you his cousin or something?"

"I'm his DAUGHTER," I said. "Last in the line of Wae Spat
masters. Until now, it seems."

"How could he have a little 'un?" Wazoo asked Joey. "I
mean, the guy was on tour all the time, and you did grow up with
him, right?"

"Exactly," Joey said. "How old are you, miss?"

"Seventeen," I said.

"Okay. He died two years ago, so you were fifteen when that
happened... and since he was on tour with us for sixteen
years..."

"No, no, no," I said. "He was on Earth, with me. We lived
in a mountainside dojo overlooking a village, and he'd teach me
Wae Spat each day. We could eat hamburgers and watch the sun go
down. It was like that until my tenth birthday."

"What happened then?"

"Well... father disappeared. I went off. I got a job at
Port Hades five years later."

"What'd you do in those five years?"

"This is all trivial," I said, waving away the barrage of
questions. "I am here now, and I AM his daughter. He promised