Название: Sophie's Last Stand
Автор: Nancy Bartholomew
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Современная зарубежная литература
isbn: 9781472092564
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She looked down at the little dog. He turned his head and stared up at me. He had huge brown eyes, but that wasn’t what I noticed most about him. The odd thing about Durrell was he appeared to be grinning. His pink tongue lolled out of the side of his mouth, and his lips stretched back from his teeth into what can only be described as a huge doggy smile.
“Durrell, fetch!” The girl balled up one of the fliers and threw it across the driveway.
The dog watched the paper arc in the air and land with a soft bounce on the other side of the car. He looked back at his mistress, yawned and lay down at my feet, his furry head resting on my sneaker.
“Durrell!” She looked up at me. “I don’t know what’s eatin’ him,” she said, clearly disgusted.
“Performance anxiety, maybe,” I said. “It happens.” Durrell looked anything but anxious. Bored maybe, but not anxious.
She threw her hands up in exasperation and turned instead to inspect my property again. “Looks like you got somebody doin’ the paintin’,” she said, nodding to the ladder that stood against the side of the house. Her tone was wistful, as if work had been hard to come by and my house was yet another missed opportunity.
Durrell sighed, as if echoing her sentiments, and that was all it took.
“Can you pull vines and clear out brush?” I asked.
Her face lit with a slow smile, as if she couldn’t quite trust that her luck was turning. “Why, it is one of my specialties. Like we say, ‘No Job Too Large.’”
“Can you start today?” I asked.
She looked a little surprised, but said, “Now is good.” She looked down at the dog. “Is now good for you, varmint?”
Durrell moaned.
“That means yes,” she said. “Now is very good. My name is Della. We charge ten dollars an hour, cash only. So, what you need done?”
I looked at the backyard, trying to choose between it and the front. “I guess we could start out back and work our way forward,” I said.
Della’s eyes narrowed. “I’d start there, too, if I was you,” she said. “Way it’s overgrown, you could hide an army of outlaws back there and no one’d be the wiser.”
“Exactly.”
“All right,” she said. “Are the tools in your garage?” I nodded. “Then me and Durrell will get started. Don’t worry about showing us what to do, we know. ’Sides, you got company.” I followed her gaze and found Darlene sailing up the sidewalk, pink chiffon billowing behind her.
“Looks like it’s the Happy Neighbor lady or the Avon girl, one,” Della said.
Durrell jumped to his feet, his stumpy tail wagging hard enough to knock him sideways, and ran to greet Darlene like a long lost relative.
“Get off me, you mangy hound!” Darlene cried.
“Darlene, don’t talk to Durrell like that! He has issues,” I said. Darlene hates dogs, always has, ever since we were kids and Mr. Frangini’s cocker spaniel used to chase her home from school. I was going to enjoy this.
I looked down at Durrell, who hid behind my legs, grinning out at Darlene. “Good boy!” I murmured. “Terrorize the nice lady.”
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