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'Well, dear, let's go to the public library. Find out what kind of world we are in.'
'Yes, Alec.' She was looking cheerful. 'Dearest, I'm sorry you are disappointed... but I am so relieved. I - I as frightened out of my wits at the thought of meeting your wife.'
'You won't. Not ever. Promise. Uh, I'm sort of relieved, too. And hungry.'
We walked a few more steps. 'Alec. Don't be angry.'
'I'll do no more than give you a fat lip. What is it?'
'I have five quarters. Good ones.'
'At this point I am supposed to say, "Daughter, were you a good girl in Philadelphy?" Out with it. Whom did you kill? Much blood?'
'Yesterday. Those pinball games. Every time Harry won free games he gave me a quarter. "For luck," he said.'
I decided not to beat her. Of course they were not 'good quarters' but they turned out to be good enough. Good enough, that is, to fit coin machines. We had passed a penny arcade; such places usually have coin-operated food, dispensers and this one did. The prices were dreadfully high - fifty cents for a skimpy stale sandwich; twenty-five cents for a bare mouthful of chocolate. But it was better than some breakfasts we had had on the road. And we certainly did not steal, as the quarters from my world were real silver.
Then we went to the public library to find out what sort of world we must cope with now.
We found out quickly:
Marga's world.
Chapter 20
The wicked flee when no man pursueth: but the
righteous are bold as a lion
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