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You're sleeping like a baby and I hope to be back before you wake up. If not-if
you go anywhere-please leave a note at the desk. Love you- Gwendolyn
The pounding continued. I put on my foot, while noting that our p-suits
were not where I had last seen them, i.e., arranged in a romantic pose on the
floor, a jest created by my bawdy bride. I dressed in the only clothes I had,
then watered the little maple, found it did not need much; Gwen must have
watered it.
"Open up!"
"Go to hell," I answered politely.
Shortly the pounding was replaced by a scratching noise, so I placed myself
close to the door and a bit to one side. This was not a dilating door but the
more traditional hinged type.
It swung open; my noisy visitor plunged in. I reached out and threw him
across the room. In one-sixth gee this takes some care-you must have a foot
braced against something, or you'll lose traction and it won't work.
He sort of bounced off the far wall and wound up on the bed. I said, "Get
your dirty feet off my bed!"
He got off the bed and stood up. I continued angrily, "Now explain why you
broke into my bedroom... and make it quick before I tear off your arm and beat
you over the head with it. Who do you think you are, waking up a citizen who has
switched on his Do-Not-Disturb? Answer me!"
I could see what he was: some sort of town clown; he was wearing a uniform
that spelled "cop
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