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

"Oh, no, I wouldn't dream of troubling you to walk so far again, Eva. We'll just
drop by tomorrow, say fourish? We won't be in your way, I promise. Don't you
think, Frances?"

Ms. Messersmith nodded. "Charming."

"Thank you so much, Eva. We'll see you tomorrow."

Dismissed, Eva had nothing to do but trudge slowly home.

Joe was there. She could tell by the smell of the room-- a hint of tobacco and
beer. She glanced at the stove and saw he'd been into the stew she'd left
simmering. She put the receipt for her carving on the work table and walked over
to the kitchenette, began to clean up the mess he'd left, wondering why she put
up with it. To get away from her family's demands and criticisms, wasn't that
why she'd left the pueblo? If she were a white woman, she could have just thrown
her brother out.

"Hey, Eva." Slam of the bathroom door.

She turned on the water in the sink. Hot bubbles foamed over her hands.

"You sell?"

Eva shook her head.

"Shit. Give me twenty, then."

She fought the rising fear and anger. "I don't have it."

"Well, you better get it."

"Go away, Joe."

He muscled up beside her as he'd done when they were kids, thrusting his barrel
chest forward from skinny hips. Eva turned her head and stared hard into his
eyes, the way she'd defended herself all the years. Her look said, don't push
me, or I'll set the wind on you. She held it, praying he wouldn't hear her heart
pounding.

He backed down, eyes growing shifty and nervous; he shuffled away. Eva breathed
again, rinsed a dish and set it in the rack.

"I gotta pay somebody," Joe said, whiny now.

"I can't help you."

"Shit."

He pulled a beer out of the refrigerator and popped it open. Eva dried her hands