"Laymon, Richard - The Traveling Vampire Show" - читать интересную книгу автора (Laymon Richard)

all those posters up, you know? And the show is tonight. They're
probably over at Janks Field getting things ready right now."

"That's probably true," Slim said. "But don't count on feasting your
eyes on the gorgeous and stunning Valeria."

He blinked at Slim, disappointment and vague confusion on his face.

Then he turned his eyes to me, apparently seeking an ally.

I looked at Slim.

She raised both eyebrows and one corner of her mouth.

The goofy expression made me ache and laugh at the same time. Forcing
my eyes away from her, I said to Rusty, "The gal's a vampire, moron.

"Huh?"

"Valeria. She's supposed to be a vampire."

"Yeah, so?" he asked, as if impatient for the punch line.

"So you think we're gonna maybe sneak up on Janks Field and catch her
sunbathing?"

Oh!" He got it.

Slim and I laughed. Rusty stood there, red in the face but bobbing his
head and chuckling. Then he said, "She's gotta be in her casket,
right?"

"Right/" Slim and I said in unison.

Rusty laughed pretty hard about that. And we joined in. Then we
resumed our journey toward Janks Field.

After a while, Rusty drew out in front by a stride or two, turned his

head to look back at us, and said, "But seriously, maybe we will catch
her sunbathing."

"Are you nuts?" Slim asked.

"In the nude!"

"Oh, you'd like that."

"You bet."