Chapter One \"Hey, You going to the ball?\" \"Come on, Brad,\" Derek said. \"Riley thinks a ball has to say Wilson on it to be any good.\" Jack Riley lool[ed up from a Zenlike contempla- tion of his aged :~,high-top sneakers, which he had propped on a stacker files on his desk. The world s smallest Christmas tree, hung with decorations made by kids at the shelter, perched atop his computer monitor. For all Jack cared, the cluttered newsroom, the ringing phones, the glaring fluorescent lights and the two yammering preppies could vanish in a puff of smoke. \"Look at the boy, Brad. Like, old Rilcy sgot noth- ing to wear.\" Derek Crcnshaw took nauseating pride in his cashmere sweaters from Brooks Brothers--sup- plied by overindulgent parents.
|
商品评论(0条)