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"Can you cook?"
"I'm an adequate cook."
"You can shoot, you can rassle a rolligon, you can pilot a spacecraft, you
can cook. Okay, you're hired. But do you have any other skills?"
"Well, some engineering. I used to be a pretty good lawyer. But I haven't
practiced either one lately." She added, "And I can spit between my teeth."
"Supergal! Are you now or have you ever been a member of the human race?
Careful how you answer; it will be taken down in writing."
"I decline to answer on advice of counsel. Let's order dinner before they
shut down the kitchen."
"I thought you wanted a bath?"
"Do. I'm itchy. But if we don't get the order in soon, we'll have to get
dressed and go out to Sloppy Joe's ... and I don't mind Sloppy Joe but I do mind
having to get dressed. This is the first completely relaxed, quiet time I've had
alone with my husband for, oh, ages. In your suite in Golden Rule before that
silly eviction notice."
"Three days."
"As little as that? Truly?"
"Eighty hours. Fairly busy hours, I grant you."
The Raffles has a good kitchen as long as you stick to chef's choice; that
night it was meatballs with Swedish pancakes, honey-and-beer sauce-an odd
combination that worked. Tossed fresh salad, oil and wine vinegar. Cheese and
fresh strawberries. Black tea.
We enjoyed it but an old shoe, suitably sauteed, would have been
acceptable, so long had it been since we had eaten
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