"Blair, Emma - An Apple from Eden" - читать интересную книгу автора (Blair Emma)

a faraway look. 'Oh but that would have been
grand. The bees' knees.'

Well, it's the lemonade factory for you, my
gin, and thankful you should be that you have
a job at all. There's many don't, as you well
know.'

Bridie thought with distaste of the lemonade
factory, her place of employment, as it was
Teresa's, since leaving school.

'I don't know about I'amour, but if it's
boys you're talking about, well, I'm certainly
not against them. Quite the contrary.' Teresa
giggled. 'I wonder what it's like?'

'What's what like?'
Teresa gave her friend a conspiratorial wink.
'That. L'amour.'

Bridie reddened slightly. 'I'm not just talking
about that, though of course it is part and parcel
of love. No, I mean the act of being in love,
of existing for someone else and they for you.
On counting the hours, minutes and seconds
till you see them again. The sheer elation of
being in their company. The thrill when they
touch you, the bliss of their lips on yours. The
time spent together when the rest of the world
ceases to exist.'

Teresa snorted. 'Well, there sure isn't much

of that around here. Could you imagine my
ma and da gazing adoringly into each other's
eyes? The only thing my da stares adoringly at
is food when it's put in front of him. Especially
after a hard day's graft. Then he gazes adoringly
enough. Particularly if it's his favourite mince
and potatoes. I swear he'd murder for a heaped
plate of that.'

Bridie leant further back into the rather
ancient fireside chair which had belonged to
Pat and Kathleen Flynn since early on in their
marriage, one of the first items of furniture
they'd acquired, and even then it had been
second hand from Crown Showrooms in the