История Китайской Цивилизации. Том 2. Цинь, Хань, Троецарствие, Цзинь, Южные и Северные династии (221 до н.э. – 581). Коллектив авторов

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       CHAPTER FIVE

      AWKWARD DID NOT come close to describing the painful, stuttering conversation that unfolded at the breakfast table. Cy could not shovel in the food fast enough, and Bitsy conducted a gracious symphony of small talk on every possible subject from tile to typhoons. That was fine with Rosa, as it filled the conversational void while keeping her father from getting a word in edgewise. Cy forked up the last pancake and Manny scanned the table, in search of a refill for his coffee.

      “Okay,” Rosa said, springing from the chair and stacking all the plates within arm’s reach. “I’ll put these in the kitchen and we’ll get going. Thanks for breakfast, Bitsy. It was delicious.”

      Cy mumbled his agreement around a mouthful of pancake.

      Rosa did not give Bitsy any time to consider issuing a lunch invitation. She changed clothes in an eye blink, collected Manny and walked briskly from the inn out to her Nissan, Cy trailing behind into the fog-misted morning.

      “I could have used another cup of joe,” Manny said.

      “I’m on a tight schedule, Dad, and you didn’t exactly call ahead.”

      “Yeah, well, we’re not gonna get too far in that,” Manny said, pointing to the Nissan’s left rear tire, which was flat to the rim.

      Rosa groaned. “Why me?”

      Manny looked closer. “Got a nail in the tire. Roofing nail, I think.”

      Rosa huffed.

      “No worries, sis,” Cy said, removing the keys from her hand and popping the trunk. “I’ll have her up and running in half a second.”

      Perhaps it was to make up for the fact that he did not drive that Cy strove to be a master at all things automobile. She’d caught him reading over the Nissan’s owner’s manual to kill time between appointments, studying the diagrams of braking systems and trunk release mechanisms with fervor. In truth, he was the world’s worst auto mechanic, though Rosa didn’t have the heart to tell him so.

      “Um, maybe we should call for roadside assistance,” she proposed. “Since we’re in a hurry. I think we’ve got one of those membership cards.”

      “Nah, this is easy. You just get that lug wrench thing and whip the bolts off. Or is it nuts?” Cy began rummaging through the trunk.

      Rosa heard a soft sigh from behind her. She turned to find Pike watching Cy as if he was a rare animal at the zoo. “Can I help?” he said with a slight grimace.

      “No,” Cy called, voice echoing in the trunk space. “I’ve got this. Piece of cake.”

      “He never lets me help, either,” Rosa said, though she could change a tire in half the time it took her twin. She considered commandeering the lug wrench, but there were some things one did not do, especially to a brother as incredible as Cy. If he needed to change that tire, she would let him.

      “This is going to take a while,” Manny said, and Rosa agreed.

      “I’ve got a roofing nail in my tire,” she said, skewering Pike with a look. “I wonder who spilled those everywhere.”

      Pike chewed his lip, a flush stealing across his cheeks. “I suppose I could drive you.”

      She wanted to say no. Actually, she wanted to say, absolutely not while I still have one measly living breath in my body. Cy emerged, saluting them with the lug wrench and an enormous smile. “All right. I’m goin’ in,” he sang out, as he dove under the car.

      “He knows the lug nuts are on the outside of the vehicle, right?” Pike asked.

      “Sure I do,” Cy hollered good-naturedly. “But it’s important during an automotive crisis to check over the entire undercarriage for any signs of collateral damage.”

      Manny whistled. “He’s still got that weird love-hate relationship with cars, doesn’t he?”

      Rosa breathed deep to steady her nerves. “Yes, yes he does.”

      “Would have thought he’d get over it and start driving again.”

      “Some things,” she snapped, “you just don’t get over.” As if her father could ever understand the wake of destruction he’d left behind. She looked at Pike. “It’s just up Highway One about fifteen miles. That’s where his trailer is. I’m really sorry to ask.” Especially you.

      “You didn’t ask. I offered. Let’s get this over with.” Pike strode to his gleaming Mercedes and opened the door for Rosa.

      “Please stop doing that,” she said.

      “Doing what?”

      “Pulling out chairs and opening doors for me.”

      He arched a brow. “Sorry if it offends you, but the Matthews men were trained to be chivalrous.”

      “The Matthews men. Now I remember,” Manny said, with a snap of his fingers. He fixed his eyes on Pike. “You’re Ben Matthews’s kid.”

      Pike stiffened. “You should remember. You tried to send him to jail.”

      Manny pursed his lips. “I investigated. That’s my job.”

      “You defamed us. That’s illegal.”

      Manny’s eyes narrowed and his slumped shoulders straightened. “Good-looking boat, wasn’t it?”

      “Dad...” Rosa warned.

      Manny continued. “Sank on a perfectly calm evening. Insurance paid a hundred thousand on it.”

      Pike’s face darkened in rage. “Get in,” he snarled. “Or you can walk back to your trailer, if you prefer.”

      Rosa shoved Manny into the car before he had a chance to add any more gasoline to the fire. She sank into the plush leather passenger seat, pulling the door closed quickly before Pike could slam it. Pike took the driver’s seat.

      “Nice wheels,” she said.

      Pike didn’t answer. A vein throbbed in his jaw as he slid on a sleek pair of sunglasses.

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