"Andrews, V C - The Casteels 02 - Dark Angel" - читать интересную книгу автора (Andrews V.C)

"I would have ce led but I completely forgot until this morning at you
were due Numbness tingled in my fingertips, perhaps because Judu y
fingers locked so tightly together. Already ey were finding reasons for
escaping me. No one in e hills would leave a guest alone in a strange
house.

t's all right I said weakly. "I feel a little tired yself."

There you see, Tony, she doesn't mind. I told you e wouldn't. And I'll
make up for it, Heaven dear, ally I will. Tomorrow I'll take you riding.
Do you know how to ride? If you don't, I'll teach you. I was orn on a
horse ranch and my first horse was a -,'tall ion "Jillian, please! Your
first horse was a timid little I ny. "Ohl you are such a bore, Tony!
Really, what Aifference does it make? It just sounds better to learn on
a stallion than on a pony, but Scuttles was a dear, a eet little dear."
hIt didn't seem so nice to be called "Reaven dear" now that I knew she
called everyone and everything "dear." And yet, when she smiled at me,
and touched my cheek lightly with her gloved hand, I was so greedy for
affection I trembled. I wanted more than anything for her to like me,
eventually to love me, and I was going to try to make it happen fast,
fast I "Tell me that your mother was happy, that's all I need to know,"
whispered Jillian. "She was happy until the day she died," I whispered,
not really lying. She had been happy, foolishly happy, according to
Granny and Grandpa, despite all the hardships of a drafty, miserable
shack in the hills, and a husband who couldn't give her anything like
what she was accustomed to. "Then I don't need to hear anything more,"
crooned Jillian, putting her arm around me and pulling my head into the
deep fur of her coat collar.

What would they say if they knew the truth about me and my family? Would
they just smile and think soon enough I'd be gone, and what difference
did I make after all? I couldn't let, them know the truth. They had to
accept me as one of their own kind; I had to make them need me, and they
didn't yet know that they needed me. And I was not going to be scared
and let them see my vulnerability.

Yet, they spoke a different kind of English than I did. I had to listen
very carefully; even familiar words sounded strange in their
pronunciation. But I was determined to see that I'd soon be accepted in
their world, so different from all that I had known. I was smart, quick
to learn, and I'd find a way sooner or later to find Keith and Our Jane.

po e I'd considered delicate at first was inundating me with its heavy
base of jasmine, ng me, -el giddy and totally unreal. Thoughts of
stepmother Sarah came fleetingly to mind. Oh, if could only once in her
life have a bottle of an's perfume! A jar or box of Jillian's silky face
powder! The rain that I had predicted earlier began with a drizzle, and
in seconds sheets of water drummed the blacktop. The driver slowed and
seemed to -,, take more care, as all three of us behind the glass
stopped talking and sat each with our own -thoughts. Going home, going