"Robert B. Parker - Poodle Springs (v1.1)" - читать интересную книгу автора (Parker Robert B)"Stop it!"
"I'm going to have to dust my office after this. I'd feel inferior if I didn't." "You're not going to have any office, stupid. What do you suppose I married you for?" "Come into the bedroom again." "Blast you, we have to unpack." "I bet Tino is doing it right now. There's a boy who looks like he could take hold. I must ask him if he minds my calling him Tino." "Maybe he can unpack. But he won't know where I want my things. I'm fussy." "Let's have a fight about the closets, who gets which. Then we could wrestle a bit, and then -- " "We could have a shower and a swim and an early lunch. I'm starving." "You have an early lunch. I'll go downtown and look for an office. There must be some business in Poodle Springs. There's a lot of money here and I might grab off an occasional nickel." "I hate you. I don't know why I married you. But you were so insistent." I grabbed her and held her close. I browsed on her eyebrows and her lashes, which were long and tickly. I passed on to her nose and cheeks, and then her mouth. At first it was just a mouth, then it was a darting tongue, then it was a long sigh, and two people as close as two people can get. "I settled a million dollars on you to do with as you like," she whispered. "A nice kind gesture. But you know I wouldn't touch it." "What are we to do, Phil?" "We have to ride it out. It's not always going to be easy. But I am not going to be Mr. Loring." "I'll never change you, will I?" "Do you really want to make a purring pussycat out of me?" "No. I didn't marry you because I had a lot of money and you had hardly any. I married you because I love you and one of the things I love you for is that you don't give a damn for anybody -- sometimes not even for me. I don't want to make you cheap, darling. I just want to try to make you happy." "I want to make you happy. But I don't know how. I'm not holding enough cards. I'm a poor man married to a rich wife. I don't know how to behave. I'm only sure of one thing -- shabby office or not, that's where I became what I am. That's where I will be what I will be." There was a slight murmur and Augustino appeared in the open doorway bowing, with a deprecating smile on his elegant puss. "At what time would Madame prefer luncheon?" "May I call you Tino," I asked him. "Only because it's easier." "But certainly, sir." "Thank you. And Mrs. Marlowe is not Madame. She is Mrs. Marlowe." |
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