"Nina Kiriki Hoffman - For Richer" - читать интересную книгу автора (Hoffman Nina Kiriki)

He came back while I packed some things in an overnight bag. "The fish is just
going to waste. Too late to refreeze it. Why don't I go ahead and get it in
the
oven? We could eat here and then go out," he said. "This time I'll keep my
coat
on. What do you think?"

"No," I said. "Let's eat out. Pretend it's a date or something. Nothing
permanent. Okay?"

"All right."

This solicitude and compliance was alien. Devious, I thought. There ought to
be
some test a person could do to figure out -- "Where did you go to high school,
Rich?" I asked as I folded my lavender nightgown.

"Not that one. How about the red one?"

"What red one?"

He reached into the drawer and pulled out my red nightgown. It was cut in the
same pattern as three others.

"You like that one?"

"Yes," he said. He handed it to me.

He had never known what Marcia was doing with that ugly rug in the living
room.
He had thought it was just neutral overlapping circles. He had never
understood
why I thought the living room so uncomfortable, because he couldn't
distinguish
shades of color.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"I can't tell you."

"Why'd you call me Pix?"

He frowned. "You look like a Pix."

"Are you going to rum back into the real Rich?" "I don't know. I hope not."

"If there's a chance, then there's no future for us, you understand? Not if
you
might suddenly be him. I have to -- I have to take care of myself. I have to