"Jody Lynn Nye - Medecine Show" - читать интересную книгу автора (Nye Jody Lynn)"Nooo-treee," Alex echoed, making a face. Shona looked apologetic.
"Well, it is convenient for making baby food," she said. "No doubt about that. Sorry, honey." "Then there's the cutest little muffin playing Lani. Doesn't really look much like her, but she's a good actress. If you're still hide-and-seeking when it airs, I'll upload the video to you. Everyone's going to be glued to their screens. I think you're going to be famous. I think we're all going to be famous. I wish I could see your face. More to come. Watch this space! I bet Alex is getting big. Send me pictures! Over and out, kiddo." Eagerly Shona reached for the control to record a reply, then checked herself. "What am I doing?" she asked the others with a shake of her head. Saffie raised her head and cocked intelligent eyebrows at her mistress's self-deprecating tone. "This message is almost five months old. I'd better see everything else first." And yet she itched to start recording. She missed Susan, who had shared part of their adventures in exile before she went back to try and interest an independent tri-video producer in the story. Shona read the next line item in the list, a title and address on Mars, then hastily skipped the cursor over it. "I'll listen to that later," she told Lani. "More official notices! Boring. Oh, look at this!" file:///H|/eMule/Incoming/Jody%20Lynn%20Nye%20-%20Medicine%20Show(htm%20uc).html (22 of 210)15-8-2005 0:28:56 Jody Lynn Nye - Medicine Show The next message was from her uncle Harry. He stared straight ahead of him into the video pickup, his plump, freckled face looking uncomfortable above the tight collar of his business tunic. Suddenly aware of the Record light before him, he cleared his throat. "Honey, this is a quick note. I secured the addition to your loan. It's okay. Uh, send soon. Your aunt says, give you her love. So do the kids." while we were at the shipyard, and we've been paying through our assorted noses ever since. What's next?" Her many correspondents had sent various parcels of news, mostly asking when she would be back on beam. Shona happily recorded quick notes to them all, letting them know that the Sibyl was flying again. Chirwl put in a few words to the scientists on Erebus, whom he considered fellow philosophers. The bulk of the transmissions were more updates from Susan. Occasionally they were sent from the cabin in her ancient runabout, but more often from a public box in the middle of a busy space station, with men in uniform, family groups, and coveralled workers burdened with video equip-ment crossing in the background. The production was going well. Progress was made from one message to another regard-ing Susan's attempts to charm, then persuade, then bully the producers into telling the Taylors' story the way that she wanted. Shona approved of the way Susan seemed to grow in confidence from one note to the next. Before, pure charm and talent had been her chief means of negotiation; she had since added savvy. "They cottoned on to the facts about Lani but couldn't understand the human angle of the whole thing," Susan lamented. "And all they could think of was the money—which I suppose in their cases would have been the primary reason to adopt her—but they had no business suggesting that was why you did." Shona made a face, but didn't comment. "I'm making friends with the video editor, in hopes that she'll let me soften the part up, change the dialogue in the audio comp before it goes back to the director. She understood the difference, and I think she's sympathetic. We both figure it'll be easier to get forgiveness than permission for altering the script." Susan sighed. "Here I am going on as if having my dream job is nothing but a nightmare. It's not true, twin. I'm having a great time. I just hope I think the efforts are worth it in the end. And I hope you like the show. I can't believe it airs in two weeks. Over and out." "Exciting," Lani said, her face aglow. |
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