"Steven Gould - Wildside" - читать интересную книгу автора (Gould Stephen Jay)

Something felt odd in my stomach and the bite of sandwich in my mouth seemed dry. "Good."

"Is that all you can say? Good?"

"Very good."

I heard his hair brush the phone as he shook his head. "Keep good receipts, dammit."

"I will. Thanks, Luis."

I hung up the phone, then took a small notebook out of my shirt pocket. From the third page, I
dialed a nonlocal number. A voice answered, "Texas Institute of Aviation. Jack speaking."

"Mr. Reed? This is Charles Newell. I've got those three students I told you about."
 "For the combined IFR, starting Monday?"

"Yeah."

"And payment?"

"They'll have a cashier's check when they arrive."

"For the whole amount?"

"Yes."

"Certainly—that would be fine. Give me their names?"

I gave him Joey's, Rick's, and Clara's full names. He gave me registration information, and we
said good-bye.

Out on the porch, Joey had started on his second beer. "Well, Boss. You were going to tell us
what we're waiting for?"

"Don't call me that. And we're not waiting anymore."

He put his beer down. Clara, Rick, and Marie stopped eating.

"We've got the first money. I've enrolled Rick, Clara, and Joey in flight school at the Texas
Institute of Aviation at Brenham. It starts Monday and runs six days a week for the next three months.
When you're done, you'll have an IFR ticket."

They all started talking at once.

"Whoa! Who goes first?"

Marie, with uncharacteristic vigor, said, "How come they get the flight training? I'm almost there
now."