"Peter F. Hamilton - Misspent youth" - читать интересную книгу автора (Hamilton Peter F)

and mobile shops which had set up camp behind the aircraft.
Timothy had spotted several ice-cream vans and doughnut sellers
earlier, and was already putting his case for visiting several of them
to his tolerant yet unmoved parents.

A middle-aged couple walked past, the squat man glancing at
the Bakers longer than was strictly polite.

'Now that,' the man said emphatically, 'is a Viagra kid if ever I
saw one.' His voice trailed off into a dirty chuckle when they were
several metres away. His wife gave him a sharp nudge.

Timothy twisted round to look at him, but the couple were
already vanishing into the crowd. He wasn't quite sure what a
Viagra kid was, although he'd heard the phrase a few times now.
It was always used in a mocking way. And he was fairly sure it was
something to do with his parents. When he looked up at them for
reassurance, his mother was looking straight ahead, her blank
smile beaming bright; his father was frowning faintly. Timothy
knew his mother was utterly beautiful. When she'd been younger,
she had appeared on datasphere adverts, helping to sell perfume
and clothes; and her looks hadn't faded - after all she wasn't thirty
yet. His father, as he was now uncomfortably aware, was older.
Timothy wasn't sure how old exactly, but he had white hair and
skin that was wrinkled despite the genoprotein treatments he took
every few months.

Jeff caught his son staring up curiously, and smiled. 'Let's go
and get you that ice cream.'

2


Timothy was given a cash card for a hundred Euros, and shot
off to the nearest van.

'What's that?' Sue asked suspiciously when he returned with a
triple cone dripping sticky brown and yellow blobs onto his hand.

'Double chocolate chip with banana,' Timothy said cheerfully.

'Only fifteen Euros.' He thrust it upwards. 'Want some?'



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'No, thank you, dear.'