"Rule, Ann - Perfect Husband" - читать интересную книгу автора (Rule Ann)"So?" "So, he's a nice Greek boy. Come home now, so you can meet him." "Dad, I'm not coming home from Tampa just so I can meet some guy." "But he's Greek," her father said. "He goes to Embryaddle. The aeronautical school. Why waste time? Let's get started." "Started?" "Well you know what I mean, Lisa. Poupa says he's a "I know. A nice Greek boy. Okay, I'll meet him. But not now. Reschedule it. He's not going anywhere." Steno, worried that this nice Greek boy might get away before Lisa could snare him, reluctantly agreed. On the following Monday night Lisa and her father went to Lenny's Barbecue Pit on Atlantic Avenue in Daytona Beach, where Kosta worked as a waiter to help with school expenses. Kosta greeted them at their table, shaking Lisa's hand somewhat shyly. He's as embarrassed by all of this as I am, Lisa thought. Kosta was six foot two, with the handsome, he had a sweet face, with innocent Bambi eyes, and lush lashes that blinked often. When he shrugged his shoulders he looked like a teenager. He would probably have looked even younger, except for his trim dark mustache, which seemed to hide his feelings. He waited on Lisa and Steno graciously, made smiling eyes at Lisa, and was altogether as charming as a televised game show host. At one point he leaned over and, in his thick Greek accent, whispered in Lisa's ear, "I'm the nice Greek boy. Are you the nice Greek girl I've heard so much about?" He made her laugh. Lisa, who once had vowed never to marry a man from Greece, had to admit that this man from Greece was good looking, as advertised, that he was smart and funny, and that she liked him, even if he was picked out by Aunt Poupa, who knew nothing of Lisa's taste in men. His English was decent, and when he made a mistake in pronunciation, it was adorable. The morning after the meeting at Lenny's, Poupa called Lisa at the office. "What did you think of Kosta?" she asked. "He was fine," Lisa said. "What do you think he thought of me?" "Wait a minute," Poupa said. "I'll ask him." "You'll ask him?" |
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