Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 14
“Youokay,kid?”
“Ofcourse,Dad.Can’tagirlbepleasedtoseeheroldman?”
Hesmiles,hisdarkeyescrinklingatthecorners,andfollowsmeintothelivingroom.
“Youlookgood,”hesays.
“ThisisKate’sdress.”Iglancedownatthegraychiffonhalter-neckdress.
Hefrowns.
“WhereisKate?”
“She’sgonetocampus.She’sgivingaspeech,soshehastobeearly.”
“Shouldweheadonover?”
“Dad,wehavehalfanhour.Wouldyoulikesometea?AndyoucantellmehoweveryoneinMontesanoisgettingalong.Howwasthedrivedown?”
RAYPULLSHISCARintothecampusparkinglot,andwefollowthestreamofhumanitydottedwithubiquitousblackandredgownsheadingtowardthegym.
“Goodluck,Annie.Youseemawfullynervous.Doyouhavetodoanything?”
Holycrap…whyhasRaypickedtodaytobeobservant?
“No,Dad.It’sabigday.”AndI’mgoingtoseehim.
“Yeah,mybabygirlhasgottenadegree.I’mproudofyou,Annie.”
“Aw…thanks,Dad.”Oh,Ilovethisman.
Thegymiscrowded.Rayhasgonetositwiththeotherparentsandwell-wishersinthetieredseating,whileImakemywaytomyseat.I’mwearingmyblackgownandmycap,andIfeelprotectedbythem,anonymous.Thereisnooneonthestageyet,butIcan’tseemtosteadymynerves.Myheartispounding,andmybreathingisshallow.He’shere,somewhere.IwonderifKateistalkingtohim,interrogatinghimmaybe.ImakemywaytomyseatamongstfellowstudentswhosesurnamesalsobeginwithS.Iaminthesecondrow,affordingmeyetmoreanonymity.
