"Christopher Pike - Weekend" - читать интересную книгу автора (Pike Christopher)

- that's the name she gave me -- about half an hour before the dirt road that leads to her house. She said
the canteen was impossible to miss."

"What does Lena know?" Kerry grumbled. She hated Lena, and Lena hated her. If either of them died
this weekend from mysterious causes, Shani would not be terribly surprised. Only the promised presence
of Sol Celaya - Kerry's ex, stolen away by Lena - had given Kerry the incentive to approach her arch
rival's house. At least, Sol was the reason why Shani figured Kerry had come. Despite having known her
since first grade, Shani didn't altogether trust her. Kerry was too temperamental, too impulsive. But then
again, she didn't trust Lena, either. God probably didn't trust Lena; she could be one shrewd terror.

"Don't start that again," Angie said.

"She had just better not hassle me," Kerry said.

"And you had just better not fight with her in front of her sister," Angie said.

"It sure was nice of Robin to organize this weekend," Shani said, wishing to change the subject.

"Yeah... it wa - was," Kerry agreed, stuttering, as she often did at odd moments. "How... how is...
Robin?"

They - everyone at school - always asked her this question: How is Robin? Have you seen Robin? Is
Robin better? Shani did not resent the concern, nor even the painful memories the questions always
brought. After all, Robin was her best friend. It was only natural others should come to her for updates.
What she did dislike was the false optimism she felt she had to project, to give them what they wanted to
hear, and to salvage her own guilty conscience. But one sad day she would have to speak the truth, for
then it would be too late:Robin is dead. We killed her .

"I talked to her on the phone Tuesday night," Shani said. "She sounded in good spirits, into getting
everything organized. She was spending a fortune on food."

"Hope she isn't buying local," Angie chuckled. "But that's great she's feeling better."

"Yeah," Shani muttered. Didn't they understand that when your kidneys were gone, you didn'tget better?

"Has she been singing much?" Kerry asked.

"I don't know. Probably," Shani lied. Lena had said Robin's voice was all but gone. Prior to the
accident, Robin would have rivaled Linda Ronstadt.
 "I wonder what her nurse is going to think of having all us wired teenagers sleeping on the beach outside
their house," Angie said.

"The nurse won't be there," Shani said. "Lena can do the dialysis." Lena was Robin's sister. They were
the same age, both of them having been adopted at infancy by Carlton Records emperor Charles
Carlton. Mr. and Mrs. Carlton had no other children. They were getting to the stage in life where one had
to shout at them to be heard. However, despite his wrinkles, Mr. Carlton, like so many other self-made
millionaires, was intimidating. Whenever Shani talked to him, she always felt like a fool if she didn't agree
with all his opinions -- he had that kind of influence over people. Neither he nor his wife would be there
this weekend. With their unlimited capital, they had bought Robin two dialysis machines, one for their
mansion in Santa Barbara, the other for the beach house that was taking forever to get to.