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

"Accidentally lose your bikini top while swimming beside him in the waves," Angie said. "Better yet, lose
your bottoms. It'll take a lot to catch that guy's cool eye."

To her own amazement, Shani realised she was actually considering the idea. She was afraid to say
hello, but accidentally stripping seemed within her reach. "Is that how you got Park?" she asked. She had
known Park Jacomini since they'd been two. He pretended to be intellectual -- and hewassmart, their
class valedictorian - but there had never been born a more natural peeping tom. He was one of the
closest people to her in the world.

Angie laughed. "That's personal. But I will tell you, to keep them, you've got to come up with pretty
exotic--"

"Could we please change the subject?" Kerry interrupted, extremely agitated. Angie was quick to
apologize.

"I'm sorry, Kerry. I'd forgotten. That was thoughtless of me."

"You said it to... upset me... on purpose."

"I'm the one who brought it up," Shani said. "Sorry."

Kerry turned off the cassette player, leaned her head back, and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. "I
don't know what's wrong with me, I'm so jittery. I'm the one who should be apologizing. I guess it still
bothers me."

"That's okay. We understand," Shani said. From that point on, the conversation sort of died. The
potholes thickened. Sentinel cacti and sleeping lizards bumped by while the Datsun interior warmed and
they sweated. To pass the time, Shani reached for her yearbook, browsing through the pages, reading
notes from her friends and from those she had not spoken to during her entire four years at Hoover High.
They had only received the book on Tuesday, and there were still many she wanted to have sign it. This
weekend would fill it up. She chuckled when she came to the place where Park had placed his note,
across a full-page colour picture of the varsity football team.

Dearest Shani,

Of all the girls I've known these four blissful years, you have been -- with only a handful of exceptions
--the closest one to my soul and body. If not for you, and two or three others, I would not be where I
am, king of the class, the one voted least likely to end up on welfare. I owe all my magnificent
accomplishments to you, and another girl or two .
 I hope that when you become a psychiatrist that you don't discover that you're nuts. You see, I
understand you -- your dark lusty longings--and that would mean that I'm nuts, too, along with perhaps
my close female friends. However, if in the middle of analysis you uncover deep Freudian inhibitions, feel
free to come to me for relief, for the sexual freedom I have given to other girls of your like predicament, a
few here and there .

All my love, all that Suzy and Bunny and Clairice have not drained, I give to you. And once again, if in
the lonely years to come you should ever need - or simply desire -- an intimate pal, be sure to think of
Pretty Park (and friends) and make an appointment to visit us.