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

"I want to go shopping" Katya said. "I need to buy something."

"Like what?" Anther asked.

"I don't know. Maybe something for the singles potluck. I just need to shop. It
doesn't really matter what I buy."

"I understand," Anther said. "My morn does that, too. But we could buy a fish.
You do need another fish."

"Yes," Katya said. "You're right. That's exactly what I need." She brightened.
She would find a smarter fish, maybe something tropical and pretty.

She squeezed past him to the counter, where she heated up the waffle iron and
started the batter. The fragrance of vanilla, freed by baking, filled the
kitchen as she cooked the waffles to a light oak color. Katya gave Anther a
small plate with one waffle, a tablespoon of syrup drizzled over the top. She
kept the other waffle plain for herself.

"Can I have seconds?" Anther asked, before he had finished eating.

Then he helped her with the dishes, and after, ran ahead into the living room to
straighten up.

She left him alone to change. "Get ready," she said. "I'll be there in a
minute." She dressed and joined him at the front door. On her way out, she
turned around, feeling as if she had forgotten something.

She walked back to the coffee table and cleared away enough room for a small
aquarium.

"Katya?" he called from the stoop.

"Just a second," she said, and looked outside the front window. The day was
clear and sunny. She took a step toward the door, then stopped and reached
around to plug in her answering machine. It was ready now, in case anyone
called, wanting to leave her a message while she was out.

Dedicated to the memory of Kent Patterson