Аннотация
Connie Willis
Even the Queen
The phone sang as I was looking over the defense's motion to dismiss. “It's the universal ring,” my law clerk Bysshe said, reaching for it. “It's probably the defendant. They don't let you use signatures from jail.”
“No, it's not,” I said. “It's my mother.”
“Oh.” Bysshe reached for the receiver. “Why isn't she using her signature?”
“Because she knows I don't want to talk to her. She must have found out what Perdita's done.”
“Your daughter Perdita?” he asked, holding the receiver against his chest. “The one with the little girl?”
“No, that's Viola. Perdita's my younger daughter. The one with no sense.”
“What's she done?”
“She's joined the Cyclists.”
Bysshe looked enquiringly blank, but I was not in the mood to enlighten him. Or in the mood to talk to Mother. “I know exactly what Mother will say. She'll ask me why I didn't tell her, and then she'll demand to know what I'm going to do about it, and...
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