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Оглавление“Tell Me,” Rosemary Demanded.
“Name some stars for me, Willis.”
“Okay,” he replied. But something in his voice sounded a bit strained. “Like... like Beta Pictoris, for example,” he told her. “Or...or Regulus. Aldebaran. Arcturus.”
The heat inside Rosemary began to churn as he rattled off the unfamiliar words, until it swirled into a seething mass of turmoil, spilling into her heart, her hands, her head. And suddenly she remembered something. She remembered that she had always been completely turned on—yes, by Willis Random, whenever he started talking like a scientist.
Because even at fifteen she had always been utterly aroused by boys who could talk intellectual talk. Mathematical talk. Scientific talk. Boys who could split atoms in their basements after dinner. And there had been only one boy at Endicott Central who could do all that.
Willis Random.
