Irrational Numbers
Chapter One
Sunday morning Bonnie Pinkwater awoke unable to breathe.
"Get off me, Euclid," she mumbled, spitting out cat fur. "I swear, you little fuzz
ball, one of these days I'm going to learn a recipe for pussycat potpie. If you don't kill me
first."
The cat blinked at Bonnie with a look that asked, "You talking to me?"
Bonnie tossed the black Burmese onto the floor. "Why don't you park your rear
end on Armen's face every once in a while?"
"I heard that." Armen Callahan rolled toward her. "An alarming and disgusting
suggestion to say the least."
Bonnie gave him a kiss on his nose. "Good morning, you."
"Good morning, yourself, pretty lady. What say you and I make a day of it,
starting with French toast?"
"Sweet talker. I think I'll have you bronzed."
"Like a pair of baby shoes?"
Bonnie kissed him again-this time on his white goatee. "You're just as cute as a
baby shoe, my Sweet Baboo."
Armen rolled his eyes and smiled, despite an obvious attempt to hold the grin in
check. "Noooo! Not the dreaded cutsie nicknames. ... read full excerpt from Irrational Numbers ebook
