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." She smiled angelically. "Better so. Men are worriers; women are not."
I was roused out of a deep sleep by loud pounding. "Open up in there!"
I couldn't think of a good reason to answer, so I didn't. I yawned widely,
being careful not to let my soul escape, then reached out to my right. And woke
up sharply and suddenly;
Gwen was not there.
I got out of bed so quickly that it made me dizzy; I almost fell. I gave my
head a shake to clear it, then hopped into the 'fresher. Gwen was not there. The
pounding continued.
Don't drink champagne in bed and then go right to sleep;
I had to drain off a liter of used bubbly before I could sigh with relief
and think of other matters. The pounding continued, with more shouting.
Tucked into the top of my foot was a note from my beloved. Smart gal! Even
better than fastening it to my toothbrush. It read:
Dearest One, I have an attack of wakeupitis, so I'm getting up and taking
care of a couple of errands. First I'm going to Sears Montgomery to return our
p-suits and pay the rent on them. While I'm at Sears, I'll pick up socks and
drawers for you and panties for me and do some other things. I'll leave a note
at the desk here telling Bill to turn in his suit, too- and, yes, he did come in
after we did and Xia put him in a single, as you arranged with her. Then I'm off
to Wyoming Knott Memorial Hospital to see Auntie, and I'll call Eka-terina
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