"Steve Perry - Just Ask" - читать интересную книгу автора (Perry Steven)

Again.

Okay, fine, it wasn't yellow, if your idea of yellow was Tweety Bird or
mustard,
it was more of a sand color, maybe a little darker than a manila folder, but
as
far as he was concerned, that was yellow enough and that stinking hue ran all
the way to its rotten heart.
And, given that he had spent most of yesterday and the day before painting the
front of the house with Sears' best Weatherbeater(TM) latex in a nice warm
blue
-- some gray in it -- it was really beginning to piss him off.

Hathorne came out next door and cast a baleful gaze at Sam in his underwear.
Hathorne was sixty-three, retired early from the state. He ambled over to
where
Sam stood and looked at the front of the house.

"I saw you out here yesterday with the sprayer and all. I thought you were
going
to paint it blue," he said.

Hathorne was on the board of the neighborhood association and thus privy to
the
architectural committee's necessary pre-approval of all painting or
renovations
in the subdivision. You couldn't cut down a dead bush without getting
permission
from those yahoos. They were all a bunch of Nazis, as far as Sam was
concerned.
Not counting Sam and Carly and Tabitha and that one black family down the
street, the whole of Beaverton was white Republicans as far as the eye could
see
and they liked "earth tones" here in the lovely Four Seasons development.
Newcomers from SoCal quickly recognized Beaverton as Orange County north and
that it was held up by pillars of ticky-tacky conformity. You could shoot the
new adventures of Leave it to Beaver here, if you wanted. He still wasn't sure
how they'd wound up living here. Something to do with the school district
Carly
wanted for Tabby. Carly usually got what she wanted.

"I did paint it blue. Somebody must have Shuck over here in the middle of the
night and repainted it yellow again."

"I wouldn't call that yellow," Hathorne said, looking at the house. "More of a
sand color. Manila, maybe --"

"Whatever! Anyway, this is the second time it happened."

"How odd."