"Pike, Christopher - Whisper Of Death.(1991)TXT" - читать интересную книгу автора (Pike Christopher)

I grinned. Those three little words meant more to
me than those other famous three little words-I
think. He had yet to say those words, and I was
determined not to say them until he said them to me.

"Why?" I asked. "I'm not pretty. I'm not smart. I'm
nothing."

Yet I knew I wasn't ugly or stupid. My hair was long
and red, my eyes green and bright-a nice combina-
tion. I was too thin-I had no tits-but even
girlfriends complimented me on my legs. Those same
girls, however, said I didn't smile enough. Melancholy
Rox. I didn't like to smile because of my teeth. They
were crooked, and didn't shine like those of the
actresses on TV.

I also seldom smiled because I felt haunted and
cursed.

Like it was only a matter of time.

But for what I didn't know.

But in the barn, with my Pepper sitting beside me,
the curse seemed oh so far away-when actually it
had never been closer. Maybe I was stupid.

"You're something," Pepper said, taking my hand.

"What?" I asked.

He moved closer. "What do you want to be?"

"Happy."

He snorted, and scanned the hay, perhaps to deter-
mine how flammable it was. "Do you have a ciga-
rette?" he asked.

"That's what you said when we met. You're not
supposed to say that right now."

"No?"

"A cigarette's supposed to be for after."

He moved close, close enough to kiss. "After what,
Rox?"