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

without
-- at Carly's insistence -- the shotgun, Sam dozed off. Not more than five
minutes, he checked his watch when he jerked awake suddenly. Five minutes
tops.
Okay, six minutes.

The house was yellow again.

He stared at it. No way. No way could somebody paint the whole front of an
entire house in six minutes. Maybe if they had a sprayer the size of a Mack
truck and the Flash was running it, but it would have to make a lot of noise
even so, and no way could they drive up, paint the house and leave in five --
okay, six -- goddamned minutes. Not without waking him up. No way, no how, no
ma'am.

Well . . . damn.

Carly was still awake reading when he went inside. Another of those
get-your-shit-together books. The path to somewhere or the other. The joy of
breathing.

"How's it going out there, Mr. Bond?" She hummed a bit of the theme from
Goldfinger.

"It's yellow again."

"Ah."

"'Ah?' All you can say is 'Ah?'"

She looked back at her book. "Well. What are you going to do now?"

"Do? Do? Nothing right this minute. In the morning, however, I am going to
Sears, that's what I'm going to do. We'll just see about this."

The salesman at Sears, a barely post-pimple boy of maybe twenty, had never
heard
of anything like it before. Nor had he heard much of anything about anything
before, Sam reasoned.

"Uh, maybe I should, like, you know, let you, like, uh, talk to my manager?"

Never had a shotgun when you needed one. "Uh, yeah, why, like, don't you, uh,
do
that?"

America was doomed. When this kid's generation took over, they'd probably feed
all the old folks to the lions. If Generation-Z lived that long, Sam would
probably be glad to hurl himself into the cage with the big cats. Not, "You
want