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

Amy wanted to scream. Nancy was going to scare him off with all this serious talk.

Fortunately Brad Carrington seemed to be a man with a mission. A few seconds later, she heard her mother say, "Saturday night? No, I don't have any plans. No, I haven't seen that film, I've heard it's very good."

Amy sank onto the sofa and allowed herself a big smile. She didn't even have to listen anymore. Maybe, just maybe, Nancy Candler was going to get a life. Maybe she was going to have something to focus on other than her daughter.

Her mother was coming into the room now. Amy snatched a magazine off the coffee table and pretended to be engrossed in it.

"I thought you had homework to do," Nancy said.

"Yeah, I'm getting to it right now." Amy rose and went toward the stairs. "Did you call that guy back?" she asked nonchalantly. "The one you met at the art gallery?"

"Maybe."

Clearly Nancy wasn't ready to talk about this yet. Amy started up the stairs.

"Um, Amy . . ."

"Yes?"

"Are you spending the night at Tasha's Saturday?"

"I could," Amy said, grinning and turning toward her mother. "Why? You got a hot date?"

"Don't talk nonsense," her mother replied. "I'm seeing a movie with a friend, that's all." But her cheeks were still pink. And Amy could have sworn she saw an unusual sparkle in her mother's eyes.





3



Emerging from the lunch line with her tray in her hands, Amy surveyed the Parkside Middle School cafeteria. "It's so crowded today," she commented.

"That's because of the pool men," Tasha reported, indicating groups of men in white overalls who were taking up several tables. "They're supposed to get the new swimming pool finished this week."

"Great," Amy said, "but we can't eat lunch in a swimming pool. You see any seats?"

"Over there," Tasha said, pointing.

Amy made a face. "I don't want to sit with Jeanine and Linda."

"Neither do I," Tasha said. "But I want to eat, and those are the only empty seats I see."

Amy focused on the far end of the cafeteria. "There's Eric," she said. "I think there are some seats at his table."

Tasha shrugged. "So what? We can't sit there."