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Robert A. Heinlein - A Comedy Of Justice
Atec Февраль 27 2008 02:52:13
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... and shaved and bathed and nails clean and trimmed.
It was a lovely day, sunny and not too hot. We both felt cheerful because, first, Mrs Owens had written to Brother McCaw saying that she was staying on another week if she could be spared, and second, we now had enough money for bus fares for both of us to Wichita, Kansas, although just barely - but the word from Mrs Owens meant that could squirrel away another four hundred dollars for eating money on the way and still arrive not quite broke.
I took Margrethe to a place I had spotted the day I looked for a job as a dishwasher - a nice little place outside the tenderloin, an old-fashioned ice cream parlor.
We stopped outside it. 'Best girl, see this place? Do you remember a conversation we had when we were floating on the broad Pacific on a sunbathing mat and not really expecting to live much longer? - at least I was not.'
'Beloved, how could I forget?'
'I asked you what you would have if you could have anything in the world that you wanted. Do you remember I what you answered?'
'Of course I do! It was a hot fudge sundae.'
'Right! Today is your unbirthday, dear. You are about to have that hot fudge sundae.'
'Oh, Alec!'
'Don't blubber. Can't stand a woman who cries. Or you can have a chocolate malt. Or a sawdust sundae. Whatever your heart desires. But I did, make sure that this place always has hot fudge sundaes before I brought you here
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