Videvik(kogu raamat Inglise keeles)
She sat them down without a word this time, and
left
again.
I took a sip.
"Well, go ahead," he pushed, his voice still hard.
I started with the most undemanding. Or so I thought. "Why are you in Port Angeles?"
He looked down, folding his large hands together slowly on the table. His eyes flickered up at me
from
under his lashes, the hint of a smirk on his face.
"Next."
"But that's the easiest one," I objected.
"Next," he repeated.
I looked down, frustrated. I unrolled my silverware, picked up my fork, and carefully speared a
ravioli. I
put it in my mouth slowly, still looking down, chewing while I thought. The mushrooms were
good. I
swallowed and took another sip of Coke before I looked up.
"Okay, then." I glared at him, and continued slowly. "Let's say, hypothetically of course, that...
someone... could know what people are thinking, read minds, you know -- with a few
exceptions."
"Just one exception," he corrected, "hypothetically."
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