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

тАШUrn . . . the floor! That would be good for my back, yeah. Perfect. I
need something hard - that mattress is much too soft. Right. IтАЩll sleep on
the floor.тАЩ

тАШYou can sleep in hell for all I care,тАЩ Gina said. She was tired of this
game. If he was that nervous about sex, where had the two boys come
from? She could just imagine June, who had probably never lost her figure,
turning up one day with two little bundles. There was a special on at the
hospital, two for the price of one! Back when Gina had watched Leave It to
Beaver for the first time she had believed babies came from hospitals like
bread or ice cream, untouched by human hands. She looked at her
тАШhusbandтАЩ, terrified at the prospect of a night in the same bed with his wife,
and remembered another childhood fantasy caused by the ambiguity of
adult language. In overheard, barely comprehended gossip, as well as in
the Confessions magazines read by the babysitter, unmarried women got
into trouble - which meant pregnant - by тАШsleeping withтАЩ men. Maybe Ward,
too, thought sex was something that happened while you slept. Maybe for
him it did. She had to sympathise. The prospect of fathering another
Beaver was worth going to any lengths to avoid.

She got up and walked away from him to turn off the television. She
had just realised it had been left on all evening. тАШIтАЩm going to bed,тАЩ she said,
and turned back to face him. тАШYou -тАЩ

He was gone.

Ward?тАЩ She already knew from the way her voice sounded when she
called that she was alone in the flat, but she checked out the bedroom and
bathroom, just in case. Then she looked at the silenced television set. That
simple? She laughed with relief.

But old habits die hard, and the very next evening, as soon as she
came in, Gina turned the television on before hurrying back to the bathroom
for a shower. Ward Cleaver was an imaginary character, better forgotten,
and although she was feeling vaguely sexy she certainly wasnтАЩt expecting
company when she emerged from the bathroom wearing only a light cotton
wrap, her hair turbaned in a fluffy white towel.

тАШHi, honey,тАЩ said the man on the bed.

She let out a blood-curdling scream. A few seconds after fear,
recognition kicked in. тАШRicky?тАЩ she said weakly, clutch-ing the robe to her
breast.

тАШSure,тАЩ said the man she recognised as Dezi Arnaz, a.k.a. Ricky
Ricardo, from I Love Lucy. His face took on a scowl of distrust. тАШWho else
you expecting except your husband? You expecting maybe somebody
else? Somebody I donтАЩt know about?тАЩ

She didnтАЩt think about it, her voice fell into the high-pitched,