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Rita Royale 2 (The Beach House). Terry JD Anderson
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isbn 9781456612825
Автор произведения Terry JD Anderson
Жанр Языкознание
Издательство Ingram
She nodded. Lifted her face questioningly. “How many of them came to your house last night?”
“Four. My neighbor shot one.”
“I knew you were a warrior the first time you came in here. A sad warrior.”
“Well, I’ve been too busy to be sad lately.” Rita stood to her feet, picked up the glass and drank half of it, placed it lightly on the bar. “I gotta go. Call me if you hear anything interesting.”
“I will, Major. Watch yourself.”
Rita nodded, walked out the door. Alex Racine sat on her parked motorcycle, pretending to ride. He dismounted quickly when she walked around the corner of the bar.
“I was just watching your motorcycle for you.”
She squinted, looked at his young face. Not a bad looking kid actually. “Where are your buddies?”
“Went home.”
“Why aren’t you home?”
Alex just shrugged.
Rita studied his body movements, face. She asked, “You don’t want to go home?”
“My dad kicked me out.”
“When?”
“Two days ago. I’ve been staying with my friend, but I can’t stay there anymore.”
“Maybe your dad changed his mind. Have you called him?”
He shook his head. “He means it. I don’t care. Him and his girlfriend are drunk all the time. She says I stole money from her. I didn’t. My dad took her side and told me to go be a man somewhere. Just not there.”
Rita blew out her breath, studied his face. “You hungry?”
“I could eat something.”
Rita didn’t know if she should do this. “You can stay the night at my place, and tomorrow I’ll talk to your dad. Where’s your mom?”
“Vancouver maybe. I don’t know. She’s been gone a while.”
“Alright, put this on.” She handed him the helmet.
He looked at her. “Isn’t the man supposed to drive?”
Rita grinned. “Funny kid. Talk to me when you’re a man.”
“I’m sixteen and a half.”
“Yeah.”
The barbecue was on the front porch, Rita tending the thawing steaks, Alex sitting on a wicker chair looking at the wall behind him.
“Are those bullet holes?”
Rita nodded.
He looked at her. “Someone was shooting at your house?”
“Yeah.” She looked at his clothes.” After we eat you need to shower. I have some clothes you can wear.”
“Girl clothes?”
She smiled. “I have some black fatigues that will fit you. I’ll wash your clothes.”
He looked at her closer. For an older woman she was really nice looking. “Is that car on the street watching us?”
“An Army guy. He’s watching the house.”
“I’m joining the Army when I turn seventeen.”
“When’s that?”
“December 1st.”
“Why?”
“I just want to.”
“Is that why you and your buddies wear Army shirts?”
“I guess. How do I get to wear a black uniform like you?”
She looked at him. “Lots of training.”
He nodded. “Are you really a lesbian?”
She grinned. “I really am.”
“Do you have a girlfriend?”
“No. How about you?”
“I know some girls, but I don’t have a girlfriend. My dad says there’s too many lesbians in Sidney.”
“He does, huh? Is that why you wrote those things on the wall?”
“I don’t know. I’m sorry I did, Rita. You seem nice for a lesbian.”
“How many lesbians do you know?”
“Just you.”
Rita glanced at him, smiled, turned over the two steaks. “You always wear clothes like you’re wearing?”
He looked at his clothes. “I have other clothes at home.”
“Tomorrow we’ll go see your dad.”
“He won’t let me in.”
She looked at him. “Well, if he doesn’t I guess you can stay here. But there are rules around here.”
He smiled. “Like what?”
“Like no more hanging around the pier after school. I want you wearing different clothes too.”
“I don’t have any money.”
“I’ll buy you clothes. And you have to help out around here. Cut the grass, keep your room clean.”
“I can do that.”
“Good.” Rita put the steaks on a platter. “Let’s go in the kitchen and eat now.”
After dinner the pair sat on the front porch, the late afternoon sun sinking lower, coloring the calm ocean in reds, oranges and yellows. Rita sipped a beer while Alex drank a coke.
“Tell me about your mother.”
“Like what?”
“Whatever comes to mind.”
He looked at her, looked at his borrowed black fatigues. “She’s nice, but she’s messed up. She does drugs.”
“I see. What about you?”
He shook his head. “I don’t do that. I’ve seen what happens to people who do drugs.”
“That’s smart. You want to be in Badger Troop you’ll need a clear head.”
He looked along the road out front. “Its a different Army car and man watching the house.”
“Do you see the other car?”
He looked up and down the road, shook his head.
“He’s in the blue van.”
Alex spotted the van, nodded. “On the pier when you and the other woman shot the terrorists, I heard an eagle screaming.”
Rita looked at him closely. “Did you? What did the bird tell you?”
“Danger.”
“Did you see the eagle?”
“No. I looked up, but it wasn’t there.” He looked at her cheek. “Where did you get the two scars? They look the same.”
“Two bullets grazed me.”
“Wow. You’ve been shot?”
“Yes. I was shot in the shoulder too. A long time ago. When I played poker.”
“You play poker?”
“I haven’t for a while now.”
“My dad says they play poker at a place called, Davey Jones’ Locker.”
“Oh