"Raymond E. Feist - Faerie Tale" - читать интересную книгу автора (Feist Raymond E)

she had little desire for fame, but she did occasionally
miss the theater, the challenge of the work and the cama-
raderie of other actors. "Anyway, we're invited to the
opening."

"Rented tux and all, I suppose."

She laughed. "I suppose. Assuming Janet can survive
the out-of-town run." Tugging on her husband's arm, she
said, "Come along, handsome. Give me a hand, and once
we get things under control, you can run out to McDon-
ald's or the Colonel's for dinner, and when the kids are in
bed, I'll scrub your back, then show you a few things I
didn't learn from the good sisters of St. Genevieve's."

Kissing her cheek, Phil said, "Just as I suspected.
Scratch a good Irish-Catholic schoolgirl and underneath
you'll find a dirty old woman."

"Complaints?"

"Never," he said as he kissed her on the neck. Giving
him a hug, Gloria put her arm through his and they
walked toward the old house that was their new home.

2

Sean and Patrick marched along the little stream, wend-
ing their way among the rocks as they followed the tiny
rivulets of water. The gully deepened and Sean, the more
cautious of the two, said, "We'd better go up there." He
pointed to where the bank began to rise on the right.

Just then Bad Luck came galloping down the creek
bed, red tongue lolling and tail wagging a furious greet-
ing. He circled around the boys, then began sniffing at the
ground.

"Why?" asked Patrick, contemptuous of anything re-
sembling caution.

" 'Cause we could get caught down there," Sean an-
swered, pointing to where the gully dropped rapidly into
a dell, his voice sounding thin and frail over the water's
merry gurgle. "Besides, Mom said not to go too far."

"That's dumb; she always says stuff like that," was
Patrick's answer as he tugged on Bad Luck's ear and set
off to follow the water. His catcher's mitt hung by a
thong from his belt and his Angels cap sat upon his head