"Richard Wadholm - From Here You Can See The Sunquists" - читать интересную книгу автора (Wadholm Richard)

The blood was starting to roll down his nose. She dipped a kitchen towel in the punch
bowl and dabbed it off.



"It was just a wild punch." Roger's hand came up, a gesture of indifference. "He hit me
left-handed anyway. Probably doesn't even know he did it."



"Him and those stupid rings he wears. He's been dying to use them on someone."



Roger was silent for a few dabs. Mr. Sunquist could see him working his way up to
something. "You really have to go with him?"



For one moment, Melanie looked up at the Sunquists with this exasperated grimace?
you explain it for him. Mr. Sunquist felt his wife's fingers clutch his, stricken. But it was
an illusion. Melanie's look was intended for anyone within earshot? anyone who knew
what it was to be the second-prettiest girl at every party. For one night, she had her pick
between princes. How could she explain to the nicest kid in the room what this meant?



"I'm going home with Limo." She squeezed Roger's blood into the punch bowl. "I really
am."



Roger Swann shook his head, whatever. "We'll see each other again," he said.



Mr. Sunquist nudged Mrs. Sunquist. He raised his chin at the boy. "Sonny's Bar," he
whispered in her ear. "This is what he was thinking when he saw you alone in Sonny's
Bar."



He laughed so loud that both the people on the couch turned back in curiosity. He didn't
care. He waved them back to their conversation. "This is too good," he hissed.



Mrs. Sunquist was supposed to laugh along at times like this. She bit her lip and looked
down at her shoes. "How do you do it?" She sounded breathless; she might have been
amazed. "I see the time passing and it makes me so weary. And you just keep getting