"Mary Janice Davidson - Betsy 01.5 - Dead Girls Don't Dance" - читать интересную книгу автора (Davidson Mary Janice)

"Andrea… Andrea…"

"From Carleton College. Right across the river from St. Olaf. I transferred to

Olaf my sophomore year. We were in Calc II, Psychology, and Sociology I

together."

"Andrea…"

"You copied off my notes most of our senior year in college."

"Ohhhh! Andrea!"

"And," she continued, "you told me if I shaved my armpits I'd be, like, almost

pretty 'n' stuff."

He snapped his fingers. "Right! Andrea! Got it!"

"Swell," she said dully. Unburied by Daniel "Big Cock" Harris, who of course

didn't remember Andrea-the-Mouse. She'd chomped on him, drank his blood, and she

was still only a minor annoyance in his life.

She was surprised she hadn't recognized him earlier—it had only been seven

years, and he still looked much the same. Same surfer-boy, tanned, blond good

looks. A little broader through the shoulders, a little longer through the legs.

His faded blue eyes—the color of old denim—were still friendly, the expression
still low-key. He looked exactly like what he was: a handsome, mild, life of the

party fella who never ever had trouble getting a date.

She'd even asked him out once, their junior year, but…

He cleared his throat. "Uh, Andrea… the reason I didn't recognize you right

away—"

"I know why," she said thinly, climbing to her feet and brushing sand off her

jeans.

"—um—aren't you supposed to be dead?"

"Of course I'm dead, you idiot. But that's not why you didn't recognize me."