"Vernor Vinge - The Cookie Monster" - читать интересную книгу автора (Vinge Vernor)

But this was by golly not a follow-up on anything Dixie Mae had answered:

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Hey there, Honey Chile! IтАЩll be truly grateful if you would tell me how to put the following into
italics:

"Remember the Tarzanarama tree house? The one you set on fire? If youтАЩd like to start a much
bigger fire, then figure out how I know all this. A big clue is that 999 is 666 spelled upside
down."

IтАЩve tried everything and I canтАЩt set the above proposition into indented italicsтАУleastwise
without fingering. Please help.

Aching for some of your Southron Hospitality, I remain your very bestest fiend,

тАУLusting (for you deeply)

UlysseтАЩs voice was dry: "So, Victor, youтАЩve figured how to edit incoming forms."

"God damn it, IтАЩm innocent!"

"Sure you are." UlysseтАЩs white teeth flashed in her black face. The three little words held a
world of disdain.

Dixie Mae held up her hand, waving them both to silence. "I . . . donтАЩt know. ThereтАЩs something
real strange about this mail." She stared at the message body for several seconds. A big ugly
chill was growing in her middle. Mom and Dad had built her that tree house when she was seven
years old. Dixie Mae had loved it. For two years she was Tarzana of Tarzana. But the name of the
tree houseтАУTarzanaramaтАУhad been a secret. Dixie Mae had been nine years old when she torched that
marvelous tree house. It had been a terrible accident. Well, a world-class temper tantrum,
actually. But she had never meant the fire to get so far out of control. The fire had darn near
burned down their real house, too. She had been a scarifyingly well-behaved little girl for almost
two years after that incident.

Ulysse was giving the mail a careful read. She patted Dixie Mae on the shoulder. "Whoever this is,
he certainly doesnтАЩt sound friendly."

Dixie Mae nodded. "This weasel is pushing every button IтАЩve got." Including her curiosity. Dad was
the only living person that knew who had started the fire, but it was going on four years since
heтАЩd had any address for his daughterтАУand Daddy would never have taken this sex-creep,
disrespecting tone.

Victor glanced back and forth between them, maybe feeling hurt that he was no longer the object of
suspicion. "So who do you think it is?"