"What-Compatibility" - читать интересную книгу автора (What Leslie)

"Sorry, dear. I just get so caught up in that game."

I pushed him down into his chair. At that moment I saw that I didn't give a hoot
about the children, or what they got for Christmas. What I craved was ultimate
power over my household. I poured us both dark wine and pushed his glass toward
him, spilling a few drops on the tablecloth. I sniffed the rich bouquet, swirled
the liquid around the rim, then watched the wine's red legs drip slowly down the
the crystal.

"To us," I said, and drank without waiting for his second.

"How was your day?"

"Fine," he said. He took a tiny sip of wine and wrinkled his face. It pleased me
that he didn't care for the strong nose of the Cabernet.

"You've managed to find your own reality, now," he said, his voice barely a
whisper.

"Now Santa," I answered. "Magic worked for most of time, but it's become such a
complicated world I felt like I needed technology to compete."