"Nagle, Patti - Coyote Ugly" - читать интересную книгу автора (Nagle Pati)

She turned her eyes away from the silent hawk-faces of the traders in the
shadows and clutched her little package tighter, walking head down, away from
the plaza. The turistas in their bright holiday clothes gave her a wide berth.
Indians were for staring at, not for talking to. No one wanted to say hello to
an ugly Tewa girl walking down Palace Avenue.

She wound her way through the streets to an old adobe house, trim newly painted
bright turquoise, that bore a copper plaque inscribed "Alamosa Gallery." Eva
stepped inside and stood blinking after the bright sunlight.

A young woman looked up from the antique desk. Pretty, blonde, slim. She could
be a model. She could be on TV. Eva clutched her package tighter. Inside it was
the only beauty she had.

One bag ugly-- you go to bed, you put a bag over her head.

"Can I help you?"

Eva stepped forward. "I'm here to see Mrs. Rougier." Her tongue stumbled over
the foreign word.

"Do you have an appointment?"

"She knows I'm coming" said Eva, fighting the cringe inside her. "I said I would
come today."

"I see. Well, let me tell her you're here. What's your name?"

"Eva Trujillo," said Eva, struggling to keep her voice above a whisper.

The pretty girl's heels rapped hollowly on the wooden floor as she left the
room. Eva was alone again, staring at sculpture and paintings illuminated by
track lighting hung from the ceiling's ancient vigas. She wandered down the
room, gazing briefly at pieces that stirred nothing in her. Cowboy bronzes,
static pot-and-squash still-lifes, views of Chimayo in every kind of weather.
Time-worn images that were sure to please the tourists, interspersed with cactus
collages in neon hues and other new "Southwestern" art. Even the Gorman,
occupying a place of honor above the mantel, held little meaning for her. The
shapeless woman, huddled in her blanket, only reminded Eva of how the world saw
her. She shivered.

Two bag ugly-- you put a bag over her head and one over yours in case hers
slips.

"Here she is!"

Eva turned as she heard the footsteps coming down the hall. Mrs. Rougier and
another woman had followed the pretty gift back. "Hello, Eva," said Mrs.
Rougier, holding out a perfectly manicured hand. "I'm so glad you came in today!