"S. A. Gorden - Eyes of an Eagle a Novel of Gravity Controlled" - читать интересную книгу автора (Gorden S A)

As I was making supper, Move-over showed up. For the first time in days, eyes watching me did not
give me the willies. Move-over always watched me whenever food was involved. The only movement
out of the cat as he watched was the twitching of his tail. It started to snap back and forth when I dished
out the food on my plate. As I sat down to eat, the cat gave a mournful yowl. When I didn't
acknowledge him, he climbed up on my lap and went to sleep. For some reason, cats feel that they can
absorb food directly from someone's stomach if they are lying on it during eating. I don't know. They may
be right. With Move-over on my lap, I never feel quite as full after a meal.

The familiarity of the animal's actions had finally permitted me to forget about being watched. I was able
to finish my work for the week with only the continual problem of Net accessing on my Internet
computer.
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Tabitha loved her morning runs. The autumn and spring air was the best. She liked running at home better
than when she was at college. The air at school had a tinge of automobile fumes, which clogged her
sinuses and at times made her eyes water. This was her fifth year at school trying to get a four-year
college degree. Two things were keeping her in school for so long. Her track scholarship was forcing her
to keep her spring and fall classes light. Also, the recent budget cuts required that some courses were
offered every other year. Even some full-time students had to work five and six years for a standard
four-year degree.

This fall none of the courses she needed for her Bachelor of Arts in electrical engineering were being
offered. She decided to stay home for the semester and work at her family's business. Most of her track
events were in the spring so even without fall classes her scholarship would stay intact. She loved
working at the family video store during the summer and semester breaks. It was an easy job. She could
watch videos or do her homework with only an occasional disturbance during most of the day. Problems
only occurred during the after work or beginning of the weekend rush.

Over the summer and into the fall she had gotten to know most of the regulars. She liked all except for a
couple of drunks who would stop in between bars and one mean woman who complained about
everything. Sure some of them were troublemakers, like the group of high school boys who would hang
out out-front after school or the couple going through a divorce. But basically she considered them okay.

She liked to classify the people that came into the store, the retired, the teachers, the students, the
workers, the homemakers, and the others. This was Thursday. She wondered if the new man was
coming into the store. He was too young to be retired. He didn't work regular hours. He drove a clean
pickup and was always dressed well so he wasn't a farmer or someone who worked in the woods. He
was articulate. He loved to take his time examining the tapes reading the back of the cases carefully. He
didn't match up with her classifications, which made her all the more curious.

Tabitha did her after run stretch and showered. She picked up her backpack filled with schoolbooks and
supplies and walked the six blocks to the video store. Her brother had opened the store earlier and had a
music video blaring from the screen over the counter. Tabitha turned the volume down on her hearing
aids and took over the front counter. She got a paperback to read while her brother finished re-stocking
the overnight returns. He would leave when he finished and she would then replace the music video with
the Alfred Hitchcock movie she started yesterday.
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Maybe it was the staring, maybe it was the extra hours I took to finish the algebra textbook, but for the
first time in months I thought about Hanna. We had been living together for five years and dating the
previous two. I broke it off with her just a few months before I left Chicago for home. Hanna was a