"Robert Reed - Crooked Creek" - читать интересную книгу автора (Reed Robert)

Mondays. I assumed that I'd be safe for Tuesday.

But she says, "I can take a long late lunch."

"Dad has this way," I begin. "Nothing ever happens on schedule."

She looks down at her plate, lips pursed.

I read the silence. Or her face. Or her aura, maybe. Then I tell her, "Just so you're warned. Sure,
let's go watch some sweaty old men hitting tiny white balls."