"Nora Roberts - [O'hurleys 01] - The Last Honest Woman [TXT]" - читать интересную книгу автора (Roberts Nora)

"Hold her." The doctor passed the baby to a nurse and nodded to another
to brace Molly's shoulders. "Looks like your daughter had company."

"Another?" Between pain and delirium, Molly started to laugh. There was
nothing hysterical about it, but something robust and daring. "Damn you,
Frank. You always manage to surprise me."

The man in the waiting room paced, but there was a spring to his step,
even as he checked his watch for the fifth time in three minutes. He was
a man who spent as much time dancing as walking. He was slim and spry,
with a perpetual optimism gleaming in his eyes. Now and again he'd pass
by the little boy half dozing in a chair and rub his hand over the top
of his nodding head.

"A baby brother or sister for you, Trace. They'll be coming out any
minute to tell us."

"I'm tired, Pop."

"Tired?" With a great, carrying laugh, the man whisked the boy out his
chair and into his arms. "This is no time for sleeping, boy. It's a
great moment. Another O'Hurley's about to be born. It's opening night."

Trace settled his head on his father's shoulder. "We didn't make it to
the theater."

"There's other nights for that." He suffered only a moment's pang over
the canceled show. But there were clubs even in Duluth. He'd find a
booking or two before they caught the next train.

He'd been born to entertain, to sing, to dance his way through life, and
he thanked his lucky stars that his Molly was the same. God knew they
didn't make much of a living following the circuit and playing in
second-class clubs and smoky lounges, but there was time yet. The big
break was always just one show away. "Before you know it, we'll bill
ourselves as the Four O'Hurleys. There'll be no stopping us."

"No stopping us," the boy murmured, having heard it all before.

"Mr. O'Hurley?"

Frank stopped. His hands tightened on his son as he turned to the
doctor. He was only a man, and terrifyingly ignorant of what went on in
childbirth. "I'm O'Hurley." His throat was dry. There wasn't even any
spit to swallow. "Molly. Is Molly all right?"

Grinning, the doctor lifted a hand to rub his chin. "Your wife's quite a
woman."