"Mary Rosenblum - Color Vision" - читать интересную книгу автора (Rosenblum Mary)

Born stuff. What did we see when we were coming over here . . . the weird
trees and stuff? Where is your world?”

“Right here.” Cris shrugs. “I guess you maybe saw true-shapes
because you were with me. It’s like this . . . what if you could only see red
and blue and green, and anything yellow was invisible to you?”

“We’d bump into a lot of school buses.”

“But you couldn’t feel yellow things, either. You just wouldn’t know
they were there. You’d walk right through yellow things.”

“World would sure look funny.” Jeremy’s frowning.

“No sun, just light. No sunflowers, no buttercups, no yellow M&Ms.”
I’m thinking about those Shy Folk and the unicorns I used to see
sometimes with my mom. “So we don’t know yellow is there?”

“Oh, that was just an example.” Cris shrugs. “Nah, it’s more like you
can see yellow. Just not all the other colors.” He picks up the old knife that
Jeremy was using to glop peanut butter on the crackers.

It turns into a cool dagger with blue jewels in the handle.

“Wow!” Jeremy’s eyes really do bug out. Well, it is pretty cool.
 “How’d you do that?” Jeremy touches the knife, yelps, and sucks on
his finger. “It’s just something I found out in the old dump, way out in the
woods. I cleaned it up before I used it, honest.”

“I guess you guys can see true-shapes when you’re close to one of
us.”

Cris looks at the knife. “I don’t know what you saw . . . or didn’t see . . .
on our way here, but that’s probably why. Because you’re with me.”

I’m thinking about Mr. Beasley with that jewel in his forehead. I
won-der if he told Mr. Teleomara that I was in Mrs. Banks’s class? Cris is
look-ing at me. “I still don’t get it why you can’t see everything, Melanie.
You’re a First Born.”

“Uh ...” They’re both looking at me. “I guess it’s because . . . my dad’s
not magic.” And doesn’t ever ever want to talk about it.

Cris looks shocked. “That’s not supposed to happen.”

“Well, I’m here. And what’s so wrong about it?” I’m glaring.

“So hey . . . how come this fort isn’t a castle or something?” Jeremy
breaks in. “How come it looks like always?”