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

"Fish?" He made a pained face halfway to the sour-lemon face he had made while
I
was screaming earlier.
"Fish. The only thing you ever really loved."

"Fish. Apparently I was a man of strange passions."

"I wanted to flush them all down the toilet for a while, but then I thought,
it's not their fault some reprehensible character bought them. I always
wondered
why you didn't take them with you when you moved out,though."

"I probably didn't really care about them. I probably just used them to make
you
jealous. Before we go straight to the bedroom so I can show you all the neat
things the aliens taught me when they took over my body, how about some coffee
and a cheese plate?"

I gulped. "I thought dinner," I said.

"That would be nice." He took off his coat and draped it over the back of a
chair, then loosened his tie and unbuttoned his top button --exactly what Rich
always did when he came home, kind of a claiming ceremony, I always thought --
this is my home ground and now I can relax. "What have you got in the
kitchen?"

Feeling a little sick after seeing Rich reclaiming ground I had wrested away
from him, I put my hands to my stomach and shrugged. I had invited him back.
Why
had I ever taken such a stupid risk?

He glanced around the apartment. A hallway led off to the left, a dining
alcove
opened up beyond the living room, and a door was set in the right wall, almost
hidden beside the entertainment center and its accompanying book, record, and
video cassette shelves. He scratched his head. Then he skirted the living room
furniture, ducking away from the huge arrangement of dead pampas grass fronds
and peacock feathers set on a pedestal against the left wall, and headed for
the
dining alcove. It opened onto the kitchen.

I took his coat and my own and hung them in the closet, behind the door in the
right wall. Hell to pay now. The man I married hated for me to step out of
line,
and I had walked off the graph paper altogether, what with the divorce
proceedings and changing the apartment locks and getting the two strongest
guys
from the advertising agency to stay with me while Rich packed his things and
left; I had even had them take turns sleeping on my couch for a couple weeks,