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Robert A. Heinlein - A Comedy Of Justice
Atec Февраль 27 2008 02:52:13
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. How about your blood test?' She smiled at me and at Margrethe. 'Hi, folks! What'll you have?'
I had had time to glance at the menu, first down the right-hand side, of course - and was shocked at the prices. Shocked to find them back on the scale of the world I knew best, I mean. Hamburgers for a dime, coffee at five cents, table d'hфte dinners at seventy-five to ninety cents -these prices I understood.
I looked at it and said, 'May I have a cheese superburger, medium well?'
'Sure thing, Ace. How about you, dear?'
Margrethe took the same, but medium rare.
'Steve?' the waitress inquired.
That'll be three beers - Coors - and three sirloin steaks, one rare, one medium rare, one medium. With the usual garbage. Baked potato, fried promises, whatever. The usual limp salad. Hot rolls. All the usual. Dessert later. Coffee.'
'Gotcha.'
'Wantcha to meet my friends. Maggie, this is Hazel. That's Alec, her husband.'
'You lucky man! Hi, Maggie; glad to know you. Sorry to see you in such company, though. Has Steve tried to sell you anything?'
'No,'
'Good. Don't buy anything, don't sign anything, don't bet with him. And be glad you're safely married; he's got wives in three states.'
'Four,' Steve corrected.
'Four now? Congratulations. Ladies' restroom is through the kitchen, Maggie; men go around behind.' She left moving fast, with a swish of her skirt.
'That's a fine broad,' Steve said
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