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drug busts and the simple acts of kindness and the danger you endure just to do the job. I think it s a
great job, she added with a smile. And I m proud that you re one of those people.
Thank you, Gail said softly. That means a lot.
There was a metallic sound, followed by a loud hum, and Matt came into the room. Finally got
here! he exclaimed. I got stuck on an elevator going up and I couldn t get to the front in this to press
the button for your floor. Kilraven and I got separated downstairs at the elevators. Where is he? he
asked suddenly.
Gone after coffee, Winnie said with a grin. She looked at her mother. How do you like it?
You should have seen Kilraven trying to disassemble it to get it in the trunk of the Jaguar! It s
complicated.
Yes, but he s a whiz at machinery, Matt enthused. I wish I had the gift.
Don t we all. Gail sighed. She grinned at her son. I do like the chair.
I hugged Boone, he said. He s the greatest.
Yes, he is, Winnie agreed.
I like Clark, too, Matt said quickly. He s great at video games!
And of course, that s the best character reference he can give, Gail said drolly.
Matt made a face at her. Video games are my life, what can I say?
In about five years, girls will be your life, so enjoy it while you can, his mother told him.
Girls. Yuuck. He hesitated. Although, that girl in the wheelchair sure was pretty. I still have
her e-mail address, he added, and levered his eyebrows up and down.
He s going to be a ladykiller. Winnie sighed.
I am not killing women when I grow up, Matt said indignantly.
That s not what it means, Gail told him, and explained.
He grinned. That wouldn t be so bad. I could charm women out of their video games.
I think you have a problem, Winnie told her mother.
I know I do, Gail replied.
Kilraven came back with coffee and they had a short visit. Matt was keen to get to Kilraven s
apartment and see those game consoles he d heard about; not to mention the collection of first-person
shooter games.
Bloodthirsty boy, Kilraven accused when they d said goodbye to Gail and were on their way
in the car.
I m not bloodthirsty, I just like to kill monsters, Matt defended.
Me, too. Kilraven chuckled. He glanced over the backseat. There s this game, Elder Scrolls
IV: Oblivion, he began.
I played that at a friend s house once. Everything in it looks so real!
Yes, it does. Well, every so often when I play it, I go to a tavern, get drunk, slug an Imperial
Guard and steal his horse and ride it away. He sighed. I usually get halfway down the hill before they
catch up with me and shoot me full of arrows. He glanced at Matt, who was laughing. Of course, I
make a save just before I do all that, so I can go back to the save and it never happened. I do like to be
law-abiding on record.
Winnie was laughing, too. That s evil! she charged.
No, it s evil if I do it in real life. He leaned toward her as he stopped at a red light. Not many
Imperial Guards riding horses around San Antonio, he added.
She laughed again. I guess not.
He pulled into his parking lot and reassembled Matt s wheelchair, grabbing his overnight bag
before they went into the lobby.
I have returned with two people, Kilraven began, addressing the security guard, and I intend
to take them upstairs for illicit purposes&
Oh, for God s sake, Kilraven, get out of here! the guard groaned.
Kilraven glared at him. Have you no sense of honor at all? Will you sully the name of this fine
establishment by allowing me to&
Out! the guard gestured, standing. Or I call the cops.
But I am the cops! Kilraven wailed. And I just got married!
A likely story! the guard retorted.
No, I did. Look. He tugged Winnie s hand toward the guard and displayed the pretty gold
ring he d put on her finger.
Well! the guard exclaimed. He smiled at Winnie. My condolences, Mrs. Kilraven, he said
formally. You have put your neck in a guillotine that&
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drug busts and the simple acts of kindness and the danger you endure just to do the job. I think it s a
great job, she added with a smile. And I m proud that you re one of those people.
Thank you, Gail said softly. That means a lot.
There was a metallic sound, followed by a loud hum, and Matt came into the room. Finally got
here! he exclaimed. I got stuck on an elevator going up and I couldn t get to the front in this to press
the button for your floor. Kilraven and I got separated downstairs at the elevators. Where is he? he
asked suddenly.
Gone after coffee, Winnie said with a grin. She looked at her mother. How do you like it?
You should have seen Kilraven trying to disassemble it to get it in the trunk of the Jaguar! It s
complicated.
Yes, but he s a whiz at machinery, Matt enthused. I wish I had the gift.
Don t we all. Gail sighed. She grinned at her son. I do like the chair.
I hugged Boone, he said. He s the greatest.
Yes, he is, Winnie agreed.
I like Clark, too, Matt said quickly. He s great at video games!
And of course, that s the best character reference he can give, Gail said drolly.
Matt made a face at her. Video games are my life, what can I say?
In about five years, girls will be your life, so enjoy it while you can, his mother told him.
Girls. Yuuck. He hesitated. Although, that girl in the wheelchair sure was pretty. I still have
her e-mail address, he added, and levered his eyebrows up and down.
He s going to be a ladykiller. Winnie sighed.
I am not killing women when I grow up, Matt said indignantly.
That s not what it means, Gail told him, and explained.
He grinned. That wouldn t be so bad. I could charm women out of their video games.
I think you have a problem, Winnie told her mother.
I know I do, Gail replied.
Kilraven came back with coffee and they had a short visit. Matt was keen to get to Kilraven s
apartment and see those game consoles he d heard about; not to mention the collection of first-person
shooter games.
Bloodthirsty boy, Kilraven accused when they d said goodbye to Gail and were on their way
in the car.
I m not bloodthirsty, I just like to kill monsters, Matt defended.
Me, too. Kilraven chuckled. He glanced over the backseat. There s this game, Elder Scrolls
IV: Oblivion, he began.
I played that at a friend s house once. Everything in it looks so real!
Yes, it does. Well, every so often when I play it, I go to a tavern, get drunk, slug an Imperial
Guard and steal his horse and ride it away. He sighed. I usually get halfway down the hill before they
catch up with me and shoot me full of arrows. He glanced at Matt, who was laughing. Of course, I
make a save just before I do all that, so I can go back to the save and it never happened. I do like to be
law-abiding on record.
Winnie was laughing, too. That s evil! she charged.
No, it s evil if I do it in real life. He leaned toward her as he stopped at a red light. Not many
Imperial Guards riding horses around San Antonio, he added.
She laughed again. I guess not.
He pulled into his parking lot and reassembled Matt s wheelchair, grabbing his overnight bag
before they went into the lobby.
I have returned with two people, Kilraven began, addressing the security guard, and I intend
to take them upstairs for illicit purposes&
Oh, for God s sake, Kilraven, get out of here! the guard groaned.
Kilraven glared at him. Have you no sense of honor at all? Will you sully the name of this fine
establishment by allowing me to&
Out! the guard gestured, standing. Or I call the cops.
But I am the cops! Kilraven wailed. And I just got married!
A likely story! the guard retorted.
No, I did. Look. He tugged Winnie s hand toward the guard and displayed the pretty gold
ring he d put on her finger.
Well! the guard exclaimed. He smiled at Winnie. My condolences, Mrs. Kilraven, he said
formally. You have put your neck in a guillotine that&
That s enough, Kilraven huffed. Peasant! [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]