"John Ringo - Sister Time" - читать интересную книгу автора (Ringo John)

"It's so good to see you!" Cally piped in a bright, cheerful generic Chicago accent, noting from the
woman's eyes that she was probably too blitzed to even notice that Cally wasn't this "Gail," whoever she
was.


"God, I almost didn't recognize you, but I said from across the room,no two girls could walk like that.
Blonde really suits you. A bit dated, perhaps." She plumped her own fashionably chestnut curls into
place. "But I always say you should wear what looks good onyou and to hell with little things like fashion.
I'm never daring enough to do it, though. Anyway, you lookmarvelous ! Oh, is that Lucienne
Taylor-Jones? I justmust speak to her! Kiss kiss, must run!" The woman weaved off in the direction of
an eighteen year old looking, red silk-clad grande dame on the arm of an apparently sixteen year old
uniformed man with a pair of stars on his collar.


Cally grinned privately at her "friend's" back.There's always one. But it makes it easier to get to the
door.


Another female hand, this one with an electric blue and white French manicure, rested lightly on her arm
as she wove towards the door at an oblique angle. "Love the dress, darling. It reminds me of something
from Giori's Fall collection. Did you by any chance notice where they've hidden the Ladies'?"


Cally hadn't, but she had memorized the floorplan of strategic parts of the hotel and business center.
"Right over there behind the Birdwell sculpture." She pointed across the room to a gaudy confection of
galplas and cobalt blue glass, formed to resemble yards of lace draped over a Shaker chair.
"Ah, I see the sign now. Good eye for art, by the way, and thank you." The woman left her, hurrying as
much as the crowd would permit.


As she passed a waitress in a tuxedo that was just a hair too tight for her hips, Cally drained her
champagne and added the empty glass to the woman's tray. Another tray she passed had Oysters
Rockefeller, and mission or no mission, she couldn't resist taking two. Three would have been
conspicuous. Not that she wasn't anyway. She could feel the male eyes onтАФwell, on her everything,
really. Rounded butts were apparently the thing, courtesy of some starlet or other. And the Captain she'd
been impersonating when the slab went away had also been, not quite wasp-waisted, but close enough,
In the little black dress she'd checked out from Wardrobe, it showed.Goddamn conspicuous slab job.
She simpered past some guy with a Kirk Douglas chin and a martini, who moved just enough to be
standing way too close, resisting the impulse to spike him in the instep with her heel. It didn't help that her
last stolen weekend with StewartтАФshe still didn't understand why he insisted on her using a name that
had been an alias in the first place and wasn't even his current oneтАФhad been damned near six months
ago. Between that and the overcharged female juv hormones, which must have been somebody's idea of
a bad joke


She, she was getting downright cranky.Well, a secret marriage soundedromantic at the time.


She carefully didn't sigh with relief when she finally reached the door. She nodded to the door attendant