"Lawrence Watt-Evans - In for Pound" - читать интересную книгу автора (Watt-Evans Lawrence)

few cats, sure, but I never bit or clawed anyoneтАФnot even the cats. Not even that damned spitting
Persian down on Third Street."



"So you'd just admit the truth? And you think people will vote for a werewolf? You know how
old-fashioned some of the people in this town areтАФand they're Mayor Beasley's biggest supporters. You
don't see Beasley standing up in front of the congregation at Calvary Baptist and getting them worked up
about the spawn of Satan?"



"I'm not the spawn of Satan . . ."



"Tell Reverend Henry that!"



He settled into an angry quiet for the remainder of the drive home.



When they were out of the car but still in the garage he burst out, "Damn it, Jenny, I am running for
mayor, because somebody has to to get that crook Beasley and his weasely flunkies out of office! Yes,
I'm a werewolf, and it is a drawback, and an inconvenience, and we don't want anyone to find out, but I
don't think it's going to come out-тАФmaybe Beasley will find out I'm never around at the full moon and
will try to make something out of it, but who'll believe him? I'll just say it's private business, all in the
family, and you'll back me up, and my mother will, and the voters'll believe us. Why shouldn't they?"



"Because they're human, and they want to believe the worst of any politician they hear about." She
sighed. "But if you want to risk it, I won't stop you. You're right, you'd be the best mayor Eltonburg's
ever had, and someone has to run against Beasley. But I don't like it, Dave!"



"No one's asking you to like it," he muttered. He twitched and stumbled as he reached for the door to the
house.



Jenny knew the signs. "Get those clothes off," she ordered. "We don't want them torn. That suit cost six
hundred dollars."



He sighed. "Right," he said, pulling off his tie. "I guess I cut it closer than I meant to." He slipped off his