Videvik(kogu raamat Inglise keeles)
They
were faces you never expected to see except perhaps on the airbrushed pages of a fashion
magazine. Or
painted by an old master as the face of an angel. It was hard to decide who was the most beautiful
--
maybe the perfect blond girl, or the bronze-haired boy.
They were all looking away -- away from each other, away from the other students, away from
anything
in particular as far as I could tell. As I watched, the small girl rose with her tray -- unopened
soda,
unbitten apple -- and walked away with a quick, graceful lope that belonged on a runway. I
watched,
amazed at her lithe dancer's step, till she dumped her tray and glided through the back door, faster
than I
would have thought possible. My eyes darted back to the others, who sat unchanging.
"Who are they?" I asked the girl from my Spanish class, whose name I'd forgotten.
As she looked up to see who I meant -- though already knowing, probably, from my tone --
suddenly