"Nancy Kress - The Most Famous Little Girl in the World" - читать интересную книгу автора (Kress Nancy)

A helicopter came but before it could do anything, the spaceship door opened and Kyra walked out and
policemen rushed forward and grabbed her. And then the spaceship just rose up and went away, passing
the helicopter, and ever since everybody thinks Kyra is the coolest thing in the world. Well, I don't.
"I hate her, Mommy."

"No, you don't. But Kyra is getting all the attention and—" She sighed and held me tighter. It was nice,
even though I'm too big to be held tight like that.

"Is Kyra going to go on TV?"

"No. Aunt Julie and I agreed to keep both of you off TV and magazines and whatever."

"Kyra's been on lots of magazines."

"Not by choice."

"Mommy," I said, because it was safe sitting there on her lap and the cookies smelled good, "what did
Kyra do in the spaceship?"

Her chest got stiff. "We don't know. Kyra can't remember. Unless … unless she told you something,
Amy?"

"She says she can't remember."

I twisted to look at Mommy's face. "So how come they still send presents? It was last year!"

"I know." Mommy put me on the floor and opened the oven to poke at the cookies. They smelled
wonderful.

"And," I demanded, "how come Uncle John doesn't come home anymore?"

Mommy bit her lip. "Would you like a cookie, Amy?"

"Yes. How come?"

"Sometimes people just—"

"Are Aunt Julie and Uncle John getting a divorce? Because of Kyra?"

"No. Kyra is not responsible here, and you just remember that, young lady! I don't want you making her
feel more confused than she is!"

I ate my cookie. Kyra wasn't confused. She was a cry-baby and a Barbie hog and I hated her. I didn't
want her to be my cousin anymore.

What was so great about going into some stupid spaceship, anyway? Nothing. She couldn't even
remember anything about it!

Mommy put her hands over her face.