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Название книги: Faking It
Автор(ы): Jennifer Crusie
Жанр: Современные любовные романы
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Faking-It-169364.html
Chapter 1
MATILDA GOODNIGHT STEPPED BACK from her latest mural and realized that of all the crimes she’d committed in her thirty-four years, painting the floor-to-ceiling reproduction of van Gogh’s sunflowers on Clarissa Donnelly’s dining room wall was the one that was going to send her to hell. God might forgive her the Botticelli Venus she’d painted in the bathroom in Iowa, the Uccello battle scene she’d done for the boardroom in New Jersey, even the Bosch orgy she’d painted in the bedroom in Utah, but these giant, glaring sunflowers were going to be His Last Straw. “I gave you a nice talent,” He was going to say to her on Judgment Day, “and this is what you did with it.”Tilda felt her lungs tighten and stuck her hand in her pocket to make sure she had her inhaler.Beside her, Clarissa wrapped her thin little arms around her size-two chenille sweater and squinted at the brownish-yellow flowers. “It’s just like his, isn’t it?”“Yes,” Tilda said with regret and handed her the museum print of the origina
Название книги: Faking It
Автор(ы): Jennifer Crusie
Жанр: Современные любовные романы
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Faking-It-169364.html
Chapter 1
MATILDA GOODNIGHT STEPPED BACK from her latest mural and realized that of all the crimes she’d committed in her thirty-four years, painting the floor-to-ceiling reproduction of van Gogh’s sunflowers on Clarissa Donnelly’s dining room wall was the one that was going to send her to hell. God might forgive her the Botticelli Venus she’d painted in the bathroom in Iowa, the Uccello battle scene she’d done for the boardroom in New Jersey, even the Bosch orgy she’d painted in the bedroom in Utah, but these giant, glaring sunflowers were going to be His Last Straw. “I gave you a nice talent,” He was going to say to her on Judgment Day, “and this is what you did with it.”Tilda felt her lungs tighten and stuck her hand in her pocket to make sure she had her inhaler.Beside her, Clarissa wrapped her thin little arms around her size-two chenille sweater and squinted at the brownish-yellow flowers. “It’s just like his, isn’t it?”“Yes,” Tilda said with regret and handed her the museum print of the origina
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