"K. D. Wentworth - Born Again" - читать интересную книгу автора (Wentworth K D)

"Tolerance,― Jesus said. He struck a noble stance, something at which he'd spent a lot of time
practicing. “Judge not, lest ye be judged."

"Oh, give it a rest!― Harmony glared over her shoulder at his skinny ass. “Aren't you supposed to
be off in a hole somewhere?"

He picked up the glass and drained it. “Yes,― he said, “definitely wine, a nice, full-bodied
Cabernet."

"His hole is called a niche,― I said, “and it's for meditation and prayer. He doesn't have to sit in it
unless he wants to.― I opened my trig book and pulled out a sheet of half-completed problems.
“He's not a slave."

"He's not a person either, Bailee,― Harmony said, “else he'd have to go to school like us."

Actually, the first few Jesus clones did go to school, but officials had quickly decided their presence was
“too disruptive.― Mom had tried to enroll him in woodworking classes down at the Vo-Tech, but
he refused to attend even the first one, so these days our Jesus studied at home, when he did anything
useful, which wasn't very often.

We worked for half an hour, while Jesus amused himself back in the pantry, pulling slices of bread to bits
to see if he could make the pieces multiply.

Finally, the numbers in my problems were blurring. My brain was about to implode, and I couldn't stand
it anymore. “I'm off to Holes-to-Go at the mall for another piercing,― I said. “Lanie Andrews
has four holes in her ears now too, and I'll just die if I don't get a fifth before she does."

"Didn't Principal Wingate say you couldn't have more than three piercings?― Harmony scraped back
her chair. “You're already pushing the envelope. Do you want to get sent home again?"

"Yeah, wouldn't that just be too bad?― I stretched, then glanced over at Jesus. “Want to come?"

"Euew!― Harmony said.

Jesus brushed the crumbs off his hands. I noticed he was wearing his best faded jeans, suitably saggy and
ragged around the cuffs, and a new orange Hawaiian shirt, artfully wrinkled. He was big for his age, taller
than either one of us, and actually didn't look too bad, for someone supposed to be so sacred. Had he
planned this all along?

He smiled, flashing us a mouthful of braces that featured a football on every tooth. “Isn't there a
fountain at the mall?"

"Oh, no,― Harmony said. She dabbed mousse on her black hair and ran her fingers through it.
“Not that stupid walking-on-water stunt again! It's just too lame!"

"Promise,― I said to him. “No water-stuff, or you can't go."

"I can't stay long anyway,― he said. “I have Group at five."