My Ice Prince - стр. 45

I wasn't surprised to see my laptop by the sink.

– I watched it a couple of years ago, too» I said, glad to be able to change the subject.

– You did? Who's your favourite character? – Mary asked, turning to me. Her eyes were shining.

– Sally» I answered, walking over to my friend.

– Sally? – She exclaimed and wrinkled her nose. – Why? She's so slippery!

– What kind of slippery? – I asked with a smile.

– Slippery: you never know what's on her mind. Why do you like her?

– She's a strong person. Sally does mean things sometimes, but she doesn't take stupid advice like Jane.

«God, what rubbish we're talking about!» – A note of amusement went through my head.

– Does she do mean things sometimes? All she knows is that she does them at every turn! And by the way, Jane is my favourite character: she's the only kind girl in the show» said Mary seriously.

– Yeah, and that's why she set Sally up on the trip to Detroit» I grinned.

– It was an accident! It wasn't her fault that Sam was head over heels in love with her!

– But that didn't give her the right to turn him against Sally.

– No matter what you say, I'm gonna stick to my point: Jane's a smart girl, and Sally's a snake!

– Okay, chill out, it's just a show» I laughed when I saw how Mary had become agitated by our pointless argument.

– Yeah… Look, if you're not too lazy, take out the rubbish» Mary asked. – You're weird… Sally… Hmm.

But I didn't say anything, took a large black bag out of the bin, closed it with special straps and carried it outside: the bin was about two dozen metres from our house. I knew how and where to put the rubbish: Mary had taught me how.

– Nice T-shirt! – said a red-haired teenager next door with freckles all over his face as I walked home. Bill, I think he's a schoolguy.

– Thanks! – I said.

– Aren't you cold? – He asked, smiling.

– I was taking out the rubbish» I said, and smiled back.

People seemed nice and funny to me now.

At home I decided to read a smart book, and I took the first volume of Chateaubriand's The Genius of Christianity out of the Smiths' personal library. I wanted to read his reflections for general development: I had never thought about God and whether I should go to church or not, but Chateaubriand in the first Chapters praised Christianity so highly that I felt interested in this religion. Catholicism reigns in Poland, and my parents often went to services at some church, but I grew up an atheist. Although, no, I had my own thoughts about the universe.

Chateaubriand soon bored me: I read a few Chapters, bookmarked it, and listened to music on my player. Sometimes I lay like that almost all day long, but now I needed to relax after this morning's disappointment and the quarrel with this Frederik. I also felt sorry for the bicycle.

Putting my hands under my head, I closed my eyes and sank into the world of my favourite indie rock. After a while, I felt something soft against me, and I opened my eyes: Mary had covered me with a blanket. I was overwhelmed by her kindness.

– Thank you» I whispered, throwing off my headphones; it felt good that Mary had taken the plaid and covered me with it so I wouldn't be cold.

– Are you going to eat? – She asked.

– No, later» I answered.

– Well, all right.