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

"Puke yellow. Baby crap yellow. Pus yellow."

"It isn't yellow, it's more of a sand color. Maybe manila. And I like it."
Their
fifteen-year-old daughter Tabitha wandered into the kitchen, a scruffy vision
in
black, her long hair pulled back in a pony tail. A beautiful child and the
image
of her mother, save for the fatty clothes.

"You just get up?" Sam asked.

"Nah, I been up for a while. Half an hour, at least."

"Jesus."

"Spring vacation, Dad. I get to sleep late. So, when's supper gonna be ready,
Mom?"

"Thirty minutes."

"Great. How'd the painting go, Dad? Was it yellow again?"

"It was. And I bet it was one of your friends who did it."

"Come on, Dad, just because they rolled the place one time with toilet paper
--"

"What about the load of OCA political signs?"

"My friends didn't do that."

"Hah!"

"Anyway, nobody I know would waste that much energy for a joke." That was
probably true, Tabby and most of her friends made garden slugs look like track
stars on steroids. But he said, "Maybe. We'll see." He mimicked jacking a
shell
into the action of a pump shotgun, pointed the imaginary weapon and said,
"Blam!"

Tabby flicked a quick gaze at the ceiling. "Really, Dad." She headed for the
television.

"Give my love to Oprah," he yelled after her.

"Really, Dad, Oprah has been over for hours. It's Geraldo."

At about midnight, hunched under the small oak tree in the sleeping bag