"Perry, Steve - JustAsk" - читать интересную книгу автора (Perry Steven)

Sam refilled the airless sprayer with another thick dollop of the heavy latex
paint, screwed the lid back on. Got paint all over his hands. "Nah, it happens
all the time, people at Sears said. Mostly with earth tones."

Hathorne glared at him. "I didn't make the board policy, Sewall."

"Yeah, but you help enforce it. The Board doesn't even have a color wheel we can
choose from. It's all inside your minds, you should pardon the expression."

"We know what's right. You want a purple house with pink spots, go live in
Eugene with all the other old hippies."

Sam didn't speak to that. He flexed his right index finger. It was getting sore,
having to hold the sprayer's trigger down all this time.

Good morning!" Sam said as he strolled into the kitchen. He felt so good he had
already showered and shaved and gotten dressed in his paint-spattered overalls.
He should be able to finish the sides and most of the back of the house today,
if he hustled.

Carly was testing a drop of pancake batter on the cast iron grill. The metal was
nicely seasoned: the batter sizzled. Great smell. "Hi. You want to eat first or
start repainting first?"

Sam blinked. It took a second for what she'd said to sink in.

"Did you say, 'Start repainting?' As in, paint over a part I already painted?"

"Oh, dear."

He stormed out front.

Son-of-a-bitch!

Back inside, Carly said, "You want Karo or maple syrup on your pancakes?"

"The house is yellow again! Yellow, yellow, yellow!"

"You're upset."

"Upset?! Why would I be upset? Just because I've got the only house on the
fucking planet that can't be painted? Maybe I should go on Donahue -- Men Whose
Houses Change Colors in the Middle of the Fucking Night!"

"I think they already did that show. I'm sorry, did you say Karo or maple
syrup?"

"Karo."