"S. P. Somtow - Vanilla Blood" - читать интересную книгу автора (Somtow S. P)

—Well, I still think he's fishing, Your Honor.

—I've already overruled your objection.

—Jeremy?

—Yes sir. Cat Sperling, sir.

—Cat Sperling let you know, through some kind of sign language or eye contact, that she had something
to discuss with you.

—Not exactly, sir.

—What did she let you know?

—She wanted to fuck me, sir.

—Watch your language, young man! Try to act in a manner consistent with the dignity and majesty of the
law— what's left of it!
—I'm sorry, Your Honor; I don't know no other word for what she was trying to say.

—Very well, then. The court will take into account the deprived environment you clearly come from.

—I ain't no trailer trash, Your Honor!

—Quite so, young man, quite so. Why don't you finish telling your story to the court?

—Sure, Your Honor. Like I said, I got the Look from her. There ain't no mistaking the Look, sir. From
all the way across the hall, and I knew she wanted me. Well, so there's a place you go to when you give
someone the Look… at least that's how it works at Edward Kramer High. The place is up on a hill, you
know, the hill just north of the cemetery. There's a road that winds up, and a hiking trail as well. At
Kramer, we don't need to pass notes; it's a tradition; you get the Look, and if you give the Look back,
then you go meet on the hill. If you hold up one finger, it means tonight, two fingers means we'll set a
time later. Well, Cat held up one finger; everyone saw it, even if they didn't say nothing; Kramer ain't a
kiss-and-tell kind of a school.

—It's an ancient tradition, then.

—I'd say so, sir.

—One that your parents would know about. That even a few members of this jury may well have
experienced, if they happened to have gone to your high school.

—Did Cat Sperling meet you on the hill that night?

—Yes, sir.

—Did she then proceed to initiate you into the Brotherhood of Blood?