"James Alan Gardner - Gravity Wells" - читать интересную книгу автора (Gardner James Alan)

Muffin was in the next room with her crayons. Uncle Dave called her in to talk and she showed
him what she was working on. She'd colored Big Bird black. She has all these crayons and the only
ones she ever uses are black and gray.

"What's happening next week?" Uncle Dave asked.

"It's a secret," she said.

"Not even a hint?"

"No."

"Little tiny hint? Please?"

She thought about it a minute, then whispered in his ear. After that, she giggled and ran upstairs.

"What did she say?" I asked.

"She told me we'd get where we're going." He shrugged and made a face. We were both pretty
used to Muffin saying things we didn't understand.



The next day I answered the front doorbell and found three guys wearing gray robes. They'd
shaved their heads too.

"We are looking for her gloriousness," one of them said with a little bow. He had an accent.

"Uh, Mom's gone down the block to get some bread," I answered.

"It's okay," Muffin said, coming from the TV room. "They're here for me."

All three of the men fell facedown on the porch, making a kind of high whining sound in their
throats.

"You know these guys?" I asked.

"They're here to talk about teleology."
 "Well, take them into the backyard. Mom doesn't like people in the house when she's not here."

"Okay." She told the guys to get up and they followed her around the side of the house, talking
in some foreign language.



When Mom got home, I told her what happened and she flat-out ran to the kitchen window to
see what was going on. Muffin was sitting on the swing set and the guys were cross-legged on the
ground in front of her, nodding their heads at every word she spoke. Mom took a deep breath, the
way she does just before she yells at one of us, then stomped out the back door. I was sure she was
going to shout at Muffin, but she bent over and talked quiet enough that I couldn't hear what she said.