"Reed, Robert - TreasureBuried" - читать интересную книгу автора (Reed Robert)

"I don't even know her," Wallace told himself. "I've spent what? Maybe ten
minutes in my life spent talking to her, and what am I thinking? Am I crazy
now?"

Potz had come off the bench, luckily. Three years of high school volleyball
showed in her digs and the clean arcing sets, and R&D managed to stage a
comeback. The game was hanging in the balance for what seemed like forever.

At one point Mekal tried walking, the limp weak and painful to watch.

He ended up sitting on the opposite side of Wallace, watching everything with a
mixture of agony and feverish intensity; and maybe that's why Cindy tried to
change the subject, sensing that it would be best to deflect everyone's
attention, if only for a bit.

"So how's your pigeon business going?" she asked Wallace.

He tried to remember what pigeon business. His mind started and stopped, then
moved again. He said, "Better, mostly."

"Mekkie told me about it --"

Mekkie?

"-- and it sounds exciting. And lovely. How many passenger pigeons are you
making? I mean in this test flock."

"Fifty thousand," Wallace allowed.

"That's very noble of you," she assured both of them.

Then Mekal snapped, "It's for a pizza chain. It's so they can sell more pizzas."

"Nonetheless." She refused to be cynical. "A good thing is a good thing, no
matter its motives."

Wallace felt a little weak. She sounded so young and noble and sweet, and he
nearly forgot to record the next goal.

Then Cindy was telling him, "I've troubles understanding genetics. Mekkie's
explained them a thousand times. Base pairs and dominating--"

"Dominance," her husband corrected.

" -- but it's all such a muddle to me. I guess I'm just too slow to pick it up."

"No, you're not," Wallace responded. "I'm sure you're not."

"No?"