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

Scowling, I shook my head. "All you'd see is a little pile of ashes.
And the first breeze that comes along .... "

Slim started to sing like Peter, PaN and Mary, "The vammmmpire, my
friend, is blowwwwing in the wind .... "

"And even if she didn't burn to a crisp at the first touch of
sunlight," I said, "she'd sure as hell know better than to put on her
vampire show with a suntan."

"Good point," Slim said. "She's gotta look pale."

"She could cover her tan with makeup," Rusty explained.

"That's a point," Slim agreed. "She probably uses a ton of makeup,
anyway, to give her a convincing pal or of un deadness So why not a
tan underneath it?"

"An all-over tan," Rusty said, leering.

"We've gotta find you a girl," Slim said.

I suddenly wondered how Slim would look sunbathing in the nude,
stretched out on her back with her hands folded under her head, her
eyes shut, her skin slick and golden all the way down. It excited me
to imagine her that way, but it made me feel guilty, too.

To push it out of my mind, I said, "How about Valeria?" "There ya go,"
Slim said. "I hear she's stunning." "I'll take her," Rusty said.

"You haven't even seen her yet," I pointed out.

"I don't care."

"Don't believe everything you read," Slim told him. "Valeria might
turn out to be a pug-ugly, hideous hag."

"I bet she's incredible," Rusty said. "She has to be."

"Wishful thinking," I said.

Smiling as if he knew a secret, he asked, "Wanta put your money where
your mouth is?"

"Five bucks says she's not gorgeous."

"I haven't got rive bucks," Rusty said.

Which came as no surprise. His parents gave him an allowance of two
bucks a week, which he was always quick to spend. I did better,