"Lisa Tuttle - Honey, I'm Home!" - читать интересную книгу автора (Tuttle Lisa)

him take you home.тАЩ

тАШOh, no!тАЩ

After dinner (which was, thanks to WardтАЩs conversation about the life
he presumed they shared, the most surrealistically boring meal of her life)
Gina tried to lose him in the crowds at Leicester Square, but he stuck like a
limpet. She realised that even if she lost him now heтАЩd turn up at the flat
later since he believed it was his home. Anything she said which disagreed
with his version of reality he treated either as a joke - chuckling indulgently -
or as an understandable expression of womanly pique.

тАШI know youтАЩre mad because I forgot our anniversary, honey, but IтАЩm
trying to make up for it.тАЩ

тАШItтАЩs not our anniversary.тАЩ

тАШIs it your birthday? Come on, honey, give me a break, you know I
canтАЩt remember dates.тАЩ
 тАШItтАЩs nothing! YouтАЩre nothing to me. I never met you before today when
you turned up in my apartment! CanтАЩt you hear what IтАЩm saying?тАЩ

тАШAw, honey, just tell me what youтАЩre so mad about.тАЩ

тАШStop calling me honey!тАЩ

When they got home Gina leaped up the stairs like a gazelle and
managed to get the door shut and locked with him on the outside. But Ward
had his own key and he used it, chuckling indulgently at her cute, wifely
tricks.

тАШI give up,тАЩ said Gina wearily, sinking down on the sofa. тАШWhat do I
have to do to get rid of you, put on the ruby slippers and click my heels
together and say thereтАЩs no place like home?тАЩ

Ward stood smiling fondly down at her. тАШYouтАЩre right, honey, thereтАЩs
no place like home. IтАЩll sure be glad when we can get out of London and
back to the boys and our own house.тАЩ

Gina shuddered. тАШI donтАЩt suppose a bucket of water would wash you
away?тАЩ

тАШWould you like a drink, honey?тАЩ

тАШThatтАЩs not a bad idea. ThereтАЩs some Scotch up over the sink. A little
water, no ice.тАЩ She watched him as he went to fetch it. He had a nice build
on him, she had to admit. Maybe he had his uses.

When he returned with her drink, she scrutinised his face,
remembering that, as a child, she had thought him hand-some. There had