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

"They grow a new one every year." "So this snake would be one, two --" "What's
that, some kind of fox?"

Eva looked up, saw Ms. Messersmith pointing at Coyote. Mrs. Rougier stopped
counting. Eva stepped around the table and picked him up.

"No," she said. "He's a coyote."

"Oh, let me see," cried Mrs. Rougier, taking Coyote from Eva's hands. "Oh, how
beautiful it is! Frances, look!"

"I never saw a coyote that wasn't howling at the moon," said Ms. Messersmith.

"That's wolves," said Eva, fighting anger. "Wolves howl at the moon. Coyotes
sing to each other."

"Oh, it's lovely, Eva! Why haven't you brought it to the gallery?"

"I didn't carve him." Eva reached for Coyote, but Mrs. Rougier turned away to
her client.

"Look at his eyes, they almost look alive! Did you paint them, Eva?"

"They're beads."

"Very good," nodded Ms. Messersmith, running her hand along Coyote's back. Eva
clenched her fists at her sides.

"How much?" asked Ms. Messersmith.

"He's not for sale."

"Oh, Eva, you must sell it! Such a beautiful piece! It should be on display
where it can be admired."

Eva could hear the front door opening. She felt panic rising stepped forward and
took Coyote back. "My grandfather made him. He's not for sale." She hurried to
the shelves against the back wall.

"I want him," said Ms. Messersmith. "Just name your price."

Eva stretched to place Coyote back up in his comer. "Not for sale," she
repeated. She turned back to the room. Ms. Messersmith looked offended, Mrs.
Rougier disappointed. Behind them Joe stood in the doorway. With a tiny jerk of
her head she told him to leave. She was not sure whether to be glad when he
obediently closed the door.

Ms. Messersmith's coffee cup clacked hard on the work table. "I've seen enough."

"Oh, Eva, I hope you'll reconsider. It doesn't matter if you didn't carve the