"Terri Windling - Red Rock" - читать интересную книгу автора (Windling Terri)

pretty, her long red hair in a braid, her hippie skirt covered with stars. Her baby sleeps on her
shoulder, and suddenly I don't feel so good about this.

The room is filled with Indians. Some Mexicans. Many dark haired kids. A woman with a
broad copper face puts a head of lettuce into my hands.

"I'm, umm, just here with Creek," I tell her.