"Replica02 - Pursuing Amy - Kaye, Marilyn" - читать интересную книгу автора (Kaye Marilyn)

Amy was busily setting up the program to start again. "Playing Eric's game. What's this called anyway?"

"Disaster Isle," Eric told her.

"I've got a video," Tasha announced, "starring Leonardo DiCaprio. Come on downstairs."

"Just a second," Amy said. "Eric, how do you set the levels?"

"Amy!"

Amy took her hands off the keyboard. "Okay, I'm coming." She was pleasantly surprised when Eric followed her.

"I thought you hated Leonardo DiCaprio," Tasha said to him.

He shrugged. "Depends on the movie." He looked at the videocassette Tasha was holding and made a face. But he didn't leave.

Tasha turned on the TV and inserted the tape. "Wait a minute," Amy said, watching the news program that had appeared on the TV screen. "Look, it's those babies in Iowa. The whatchamacallits. You know, more than quintuplets."

"Septuplets," Tasha said. She looked. "How old are they now?"

"I don't know," Amy said. "They're cute, aren't they?" Then she remembered Tasha's reaction to the identical quadruplets they'd seen at the mall.

"At least they don't look alike," Tasha commented.

"What if they did?" Amy mused. "Look alike, I mean. I wonder if they'd be the same inside."

"Nah," Eric said. "The bodies might be identical, but the brains would be different."

"How do you know?" Tasha challenged him.

"Because they'd be individuals, even if they look alike," Eric said. "They'd have different personalities. I know a couple of identical twins, and they don't act like each other."

Amy felt a warm feeling surging through her, from her toes to her head. She turned and smiled at Eric. If only he knew how Ч and why Ч he'd just made her feel so good.



"Mom! What did you do to your hair?"

"Don't you like it?" Nancy asked anxiously.

They were in her mother's bedroom, and Nancy was sitting on the chair in front of her vanity table. She was examining her newly highlighted hair in the mirror.

"It's fantastic!" Amy exclaimed. Her mother looked ten years younger. Just then the doorbell rang.

"That will be Monica," Nancy said.

"I'll get it." Amy ran downstairs and opened the door. Monica had moved in next door only a month before. She and Nancy had known each other slightly back in college, but now they were becoming friends.

Monica, who was an artist, had an interesting Ч and ever changing Ч appearance. Tonight she was in turquoise Ч turquoise dress, turquoise jewelry, and a turquoise streak in her hair. Much as Amy enjoyed Monica's eccentric look, she was glad their neighbor's influence hadn't extended to her mother.