"Christopher Pike - The Immortal" - читать интересную книгу автора (Pike Christopher)Politopulos checked us in and showed us our rooms, helping us with our bags. Dad and Silk's suite was
spacious and on the second story overlooking the surf. Mr. Politopulos warned us to watch the doors and windows when the wind was blowing. "A man last week got struck on the head by a 14 THE IMMORTAL window and had to be taken to the hospital for stitches," he said. "The meltmi--it blows fiercely when the gods are in the mood." "The gods," I muttered. "Does anyone in Greece worship the ancient deities?" Mr. Politopulos smiled, his lazy eye staring at my rubber sandals, his other one regarding my face. "Not worship," he said. "But many still respect them." Our room was on the ground floor, in the back. It had a view of sorts. It overlooked a corner of the swimming pool, where, by golly, there were a lot of naked females enjoying the sun. We had narrow twin beds and a bathtub that looked as if it had been designed for a race of dwarfs. Neither of us believed we would be spending that much time in our room. "Are you tired?" I asked Helen. Her brown eyes were bloodshot. "A little. But if I sleep now I'll never get on the schedule here." She stowed her cheap suitcase in the daughter had gone to Greece twice in a year. Her parents were anxious to keep her happy--for various reasons. Of course my dad was running low on funds as well. He had to sell something soon, even if it was only a movie-of-the-week or a sitcom pilot. "Do you want to go into town and walk around?" I asked. "No, we can do that after the sun goes down. That's when the action starts. Let's go snorkeling, but not 15 CHRISTOPHER PIKE here. The beaches on the other side of the island are much nicer--there are Agrari and Paradise." Helen rolled her eyes. "Lots of naked bodies on those beaches." "How do we get there?" I asked. "Can we take a bus?" "Maybe, but we don't want to. The best way to get around is on a motorbike. We can rent them outside of town for less than fifteen bucks a day. Have you ever ridden a motorbike?" "No, but I'm game." I had seen couples on the bikes on the way to the hotel and it looked like fun. "You have to learn how to shift gears. No one wears a helmet here. It can be dangerous." "If you did it, I can do it," I said. |
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