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Название: The Life Of Reilly

Автор: Sue Civil-Brown

Издательство: HarperCollins

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isbn: 9781408976548

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      Sue Civil-Brown

      The Life of Reilly

      To Buster, who spent some time in my koi pond and didn’t

       eat the fish. The fish thank you.

      To African gray parrots everywhere. You talk, but

       we don’t listen. Well, except for a handful of scientists…

       And thanks to Discover magazine for teaching me

       that African grays really do talk intelligently,

       although not as rudely as a certain bird.

      And thereby hangs the tale.

      CONTENTS

      CHAPTER ONE

      CHAPTER TWO

      CHAPTER THREE

      CHAPTER FOUR

      CHAPTER FIVE

      CHAPTER SIX

      CHAPTER SEVEN

      CHAPTER EIGHT

      CHAPTER NINE

      CHAPTER TEN

      CHAPTER ELEVEN

      CHAPTER TWELVE

      CHAPTER THIRTEEN

      CHAPTER FOURTEEN

      CHAPTER FIFTEEN

      CHAPTER SIXTEEN

      CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

      CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

      CHAPTER NINETEEN

      CHAPTER TWENTY

      CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

      CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

      CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

      CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

      CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

      CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

      CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

      EPILOGUE

      CHAPTER ONE

      “I TAKE IT YOU weren’t satisfied to be quantum consciousness dispersed through eleven dimensions?”

      Lynn Reilly stood in the living room of her little bungalow, the tropical breeze of Treasure Island blowing through open windows and screened doors. The furnishings, though sparse, were wicker with brightly colored pillows. Curtains matching the pillow covers—which Lynn had made herself—tossed gently in the breeze.

      It should have been an idyllic evening scene: tropical breeze perfumed by exotic flowers, the sound of the surf in the distance, the sun settling low in the sky and casting a golden glow everywhere it touched.

      Should have been being the operative phrase.

      Lynn had forgotten all that beauty because she was standing in the doorway of the room staring at her Aunt Delphine.

      Delphine looked pretty darn good. As if she’d had a face lift. Nothing exaggerated, just enough to take a few years off. Her skin tone was great, too. Lynn would have given her right arm to achieve that particular satiny rosy look.

      So Delphine looked great. The only problem was, she shouldn’t have been standing in Lynn’s living room.

      Because Delphine had died five years ago of a stroke.

      Delphine smiled. “You could at least say, ‘Hi, Aunt Delphine. It’s been a while.’”

      Instead, Lynn said, unable to wrap her mind around what was happening, “You’re supposed to be dead.”

      “Pah!” Delphine replied, frowning. “Death is far overrated, dear! And by the way, you’re wrong about the number of dimensions.”

      Lynn’s knees started to give way and she sagged onto the nearest chair. Was she really discussing quantum physics with her dead aunt? Shaking her head in shock, she asked, “Okay, so how many are there?”

      “Sorry, dear,” Delphine said. “You’ll have to earn your Nobel Prize on that one.”

      And that was Delphine, as enigmatic in the afterlife as she had been in life. Wasn’t she supposed to be playing harps with angels or something? How could God have let her escape from heaven to come to Treasure Island?

      But then, given Delphine’s nature, the better question might have been: How could God have prevented her?

      “You’re not supposed to be here,” Lynn said lamely.

      “Probably true.” Delphine said. She was wearing her favorite green dress which was covered in huge red cabbage roses, and settled onto the other wicker chair. Well, not settled, exactly. She almost…floated. “But I thought I’d drop in anyway.”

      “How soon can you drop out?” Lynn asked pointedly.

      God, this was impossible. She loved Delphine. How could she not? The woman had raised her from the age of ten, when her parents had died in an accident. But she shouldn’t be here. Lynn was a scientist. Reality didn’t behave this way.

      Did it?

      “Lynn, honey. You and I need to talk.”

      Uh oh, Lynn thought. Whenever Delphine said that, she was in for the Lecture.

      “I can’t understand why in the world a young woman your age, with your training and credentials, would move to a tiny island to teach little kids. You should be at Stanford or MIT. There are hardly any eligible men here!”

      “Delphine…” But then Lynn bit her tongue. She had had this discussion with Delphine before. Too many times. When she’d decided to major in physics and mathematics, Delphine had told her she would alienate men. When she had graduated summa cum laude and decided to pursue a Ph.D rather than a Mrs., Delphine had told her she would surely end up a lonely old woman.

      “Oh, don’t purse up at me,” Delphine scolded. “Do you have any idea how blessed you are?”

      Blessed? Lynn sat up straighter. Blessed? Blessed to have the world’s most interfering and manipulative aunt returned from the grave? Not that she didn’t love Delphine to pieces, but the last five years had been undeniably…calmer. More rational. Because nobody had been trying to make Lynn over into her own image.

      Even as she thought it, Lynn realized she was verging on tears. Interfering and manipulative, yes, but so, so loving. Part of her СКАЧАТЬ