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Robert A. Heinlein - A Comedy Of Justice
Atec Февраль 27 2008 02:52:13
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I looked around, saw a waiter. 'Where's Tammy?'
'Who's Tammy?'
I took a deep breath, tried to slow my heart, then said, 'Sorry, brother; I shouldn't have come in here. I find I've left my wallet at home.' I stood up. 'Come, dear.'
Wide-eyed and silent, Margrethe came with me. As we walked out, I looked around, noting changes. I suppose it was a decent enough place, as beer joints go. But it was not our cheerful ice cream parlor.
And not our world.
Chapter 15
Boast not thyself of tomorrow; for
thou knowest not what a day may bring forth.
Proverbs 27:1
OUTSIDE, WITHOUT planning it, I headed us toward the Salvation Army mission. Margrethe kept quiet and held tight to my arm. I should have been frightened; instead I was boiling angry. Presently I muttered, 'Damn them! Damn them!'
'Damn who, Alec?'
'I don't know. That's the worst of it. Whoever is doing this to us. Your friend Loki, maybe.'
'He is not my friend, any more than Satan is your friend. I dread and fear what Loki is doing to our world.'
'I'm not afraid, I'm angry. Loki or Satan or whoever, this last is too much. No sense to it. Why couldn't they wait thirty minutes? That hot fudge sundae was practically under our noses - and they snatched it away! Marga, that's not right, that's not fair! That's sheer, unadulterated cruelty. Senseless. On a par with pulling wings off flies. I despise them. Whoever.'
Instead of continuing with useless talk about matters we could not settle, Margrethe said, 'Dear, where are we going?'
'Eh?' I stopped short
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