"Aaron Wolfe - Invasion" - читать интересную книгу автора (Wolfe Aaron)

"When I come back from psychoanalyzing the horses," I warned her,
"I'm going to chase you around and around the living room sofa until I
catch you."

"In a fair race you won't catch me."

"Then I'll cheat."

"Toby will be waking up in half an hour or so," she said, using one
slender hand to push her blond hair behind her right ear. "I'm afraid we've
lost the opportunity."

"Oh yeah?"

She gave me a saucy look. "Yeah."

"Well, it's about time that kid learned the facts of life anyway, don't you
think?"

"Not by watching Daddy chase Mommy around the sofa," she said.

"Then I'll tell you what."

She grinned. "What?"

"While I'm out in the barn clubbing the horses unconscious so they
can't interrupt us again, why don't you tie Toby in bed? Then, even if he
woke up he couldn't interfere with us."

"How clever."

"Aren't I?"
 She shook her head in mock exasperation, gave me another of those
dazzling smiles, and pushed me through the sun porch door and into the
blinding snowfall.


Chapter Three
Darkness came early at that time of year, and the dense snow clouds
had ushered it in half an hour ahead of schedule. I switched on the
flashlight that I had brought with meтАФand mumbled some very nasty
things about the manufacturer who had foisted it upon an unsuspecting
public. It cut through the darkness and a thick rush of snowflakes for all of
two or three feetтАФwhich was like trying to put out a raging bonfire with a
child's toy water pistol. Indeed, the sight of all those wildly jiggling and
twisting snowflakes in the wan orange shaft of light made me so dizzy that
I turned off the torch and made my way to the barn by sheer instinct;
however, since the barn was only two hundred feet from the house, the
journey was hardly one that would unduly strain my sense of direction,
meager as it was.