"Leslie What & Nina Kiriki Hoffman - Chain of Command" - читать интересную книгу автора (What Leslie)

I stared at my difficult daughter. She had shed her sweater to reveal the "I heart Trolls" shirt she knew I
detested.
"I want peace as much as you do," I said. "We just disagree on the best way to get it."



"I'll say." Kayla liked to have the last word. I decided to let it pass.



She bent to dig around on the floor and came up with a crinkled paper sack. "Want some teriyaki
seaweed jerky?" she asked.



"No, thank you," I said. "Could you pass me the dried buffalo strips?"



"Sorry, but I don't touch dead things. Get it yourself." She arranged her earphones, turned on her CD
player, and mouthed the words to Ricky Martin's latest hit.



The counselor had suggested that when I was angry I count to ten before speaking. I counted to fifty.
That helped a lot. Despite our differences, all I wanted was a nice mother-daughter weekend together.
Outdoors, communing with nature. Getting in touch with the warrior within. While Kayla ate her trendy
vegan diet, the rest of us would dig roots, pick berries, hunt animals. We would come together for
dessert. We had two diet rules: 1) Unlimited chocolates and 2) Everyone eats what they kill. Rule one
built community. Rule two protected our offspring when patience ran thin.



Kayla didn't believe me, but I was trying. As a concession to civilization and my easily grossed-out teen,
I'd brought plenty of dental floss so she wouldn't have to see her mother with sinew hanging from her
teeth. Still, I had my limits; Kayla would have to learn to accept them.



She flipped down the mirror to apply lipstick. I heard the unmistakable sound of a mister as she sprayed
herself with yet more Flower Power. My eyes watered. Then she did her nails. I rolled down the window
and tried to focus on nature, which was harder than it should have been, despite our being a hundred
miles from the nearest town.



Finally, we arrived at the retreat. A narrow gravel road led up a hill to the grassy meadow in the forest
where we would sleep a dozen to a teepee. Twelve teepees were already set up, their tanned hide walls