"Tanya Huff - When The Student Is Ready" - читать интересную книгу автора (Huff Tanya)

Then a transport drove between them. Caught by the red light, the trailer, decorated with a hundred
paintings of closed eyes, completely blocked her view of the other side of the street. Isabel crouched
down, but a pair of sedans in the next lane over blocked that view, too. When she stood, the painted eyes
were open, the irises a deep, blood red. As the transport pulled away, she thought she saw them blink.

The lawn at the ROM was empty except for half a dozen pigeons milling about like they'd lost
something.

"Extra sprinkles," she decided, picking up her pace.

The best ice cream in the city was of less comfort than usual. She still needed answers. The light was on
in her father's den when she got home.

"Hey, Dad?"

He pushed his laptop away and turned to face her, waiting expectantly.

"Have youтАж"

He was a good dad, the best dadтАФeven if he did have a tendency to date men who weren't ready for
commitmentтАФ but Isabel knew with a cold hard certainty that he couldn't help her now.

"тАж heard from Mrs. G?"

If he realized that wasn't the question she'd begun, he didn't let on. "As a matter of fact, I have. She
won't be in until Monday; Mr. Gerfinleo is going to need her at home. Will you be all right?"

"Me?" Did the weirdness show on her face? "Why?"

His brows dipped. "Because I've still got to leave for New York tomorrow morning, and I'll be gone
until Friday afternoon."

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Oh, yeah. New York. "Right. I forgot."

"You'll be on your own." He sounded less than convinced that it was a good idea.

"For less than three whole days." Isabel rolled her eyes. "I don't drink, I don't smoke, I don't have a
boyfriend to bring over, I'm almost seventeenтАФeven if I eat nothing but crapтАФwhich I won'tтАФI'll
survive and, as long as I avoid Mrs. Harris, no one's going to call The Children's Aid Society on you."

"I don't know. Perhaps you should go stay with your Uncle Joe."

"Uncle Joe thinks I should be allowed to get my belly button pierced."