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. It could have been fried
skunk and I would not have noticed;
Gwen's company was all the sauce I needed.
We had been happily chomping away for a half hour, making no attempt to be
elegant, when my darling noticed the brass plate in the rock-too busy before
then. Understandable.
She got up and looked at it, then said in a hushed voice, "I'll be a
Hollywood hooker. This is the place! Richard, this is the very cradle of the
Revolution! And here I've sat, belching and scratching, as if this were just any
hotel room."
I said, "Sit down and finish your dinner, love. Three out of four hotel
rooms in Luna City have signs something like that."
"Not like that. Richard, what is the number of this i )0'n?"
"Doesn't have a number-a letter. Room L."
"'Room L'-yes! This is the place! Richard, in any nation back dirtside, a
national shrine this important would have an eternal flame. Likely a guard of
honor. But here- Somebody puts up that little brass plaque, and it's forgotten.
Even on Free Luna Day. But that's Loonies. Weirdest mob in the known universe.
My word!"
I said, "Darling girl, if it pleases you to think that this room is truly
what that sign says-fine! In the meantime sit back down and eat. Or shall I eat
your strawberries?"
Gwen did not answer; she did sit down, then kept quiet. She merely toyed
with the fruit and cheese
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