Aywena: переводы

→Cal is sitting right next to me. I'm struck with different feelings; the most disturbing is an actual gladness to see him. I felt terrible when he died, and something in me won't let me forget my first love. Then I feel the fear and mistrust sink in. My muscles tense, and adrenaline starts pumping into my sys-tem. Lastly I'm hit with overwhelming guilt-that I could feel glad to see Cal when I am so completely in love with Hunter.

→Still smiling, I sat down on the family room couch and pulled a throw pil-low into my lap. The house was dark around me, except for the glare of the com-puter screen and a small lamp on a side table. I could feel my family sleeping upstairs and lamented the fact that lately it always seemed that I was the only one who was up when everyone else was asleep. I rested my head against the back of the couch, feeling like my arms and legs weighed a ton, like I was standing on Jupiter. I closed my eyes. Of course, I couldn't actually stand on Jupiter-it was mostly made of…

→"It's okay," she said, drawing a deep breath. "I'm glad you're here." She looked up at me, her hazel eyes wide and red rimmed from crying. She still looked incredibly beautiful, with that strength I always saw in her.

→Long T-shirt? What am I doing outside, dressed like this? This is what I sleep in-

→"It's okay," Cal says soothingly. "I would never make you do anything you didn't want to do. I've missed you. I just want to be with you."

→I would rather be there, my mind insists.

→"I've missed you so much, Morgan," he says earnestly. "You're very special to me. Together you and I can do wonderful things."

→Why couldn't I see who it had been? Was it Cal, as everyone seemed to think? How could he do this? I had felt his cold cheek-he had truly been dead.

→"Right."

→My tea was now cold. I sighed and heated it up again with a quick circle of my hand.

→"And to you," I made the traditional reply.

→"Fair winds," Celia murmured as she and Robin brushed past me to the exit.

→I nodded. "I understand."

→Celia and Robin were silent.

→"Right. And it is highly unlikely. But the only thing we can do is look at the whole picture, not just parts of it. Do you agree?"

→I took a sip of tea. "I know-I'm not suggesting that she's poisoning any-one. It just struck me as interesting."

→Robin nodded reluctantly, and Celia clasped her hands around her glass and frowned.

→"Many plants are ornamental," Celia said, obviously looking for a loophole.

→"Last night my father and I visited Patrice's house," I began, and went on to tell them of what we'd found, the couple of poisonous plants mixed in with the herbs and vegetables. Both women looked concerned.

→"Hello, Celia. Hello, Robin," I said politely as we approached their table. "I hope you don't mind-this is my father, Daniel Niall. I've told him about your case, and I think he could be helpful to us. Da, this is Celia Evans and Robin Goodacre."