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Robert A. Heinlein - A Comedy Of Justice
Atec Февраль 27 2008 02:52:13
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. Keep dickering and you might get it for one.'
I wasn't listening very hard as I was growing quite angry. Dicker with what? He knew that I was utterly without funds - didn't he believe me?
'So I'll say good-bye,' Steve went on. 'Alec, can you get that door? I don't want to get out.'
'I can get it.' I opened it, stepped down, then remembered my manners. 'Steve, I want to thank you for everything. Dinner, and beer, and a long ride. May the Lord watch over you and keep you.'
'Thank you and don't mention it. Here.' He reached into a pocket, pulled out a card. 'That's my business card. Actually it's my daughter's address. When you get to Kansas, drop me a card, let me know how you made out.'
'I'll do that.' I took the card, then started to hand Margrethe down.
Steve stopped her. 'Maggie! Aren't you going to kiss Ol' Steve good-bye?'
'Why, certainly, Steve!' She turned back and half faced him on the seat.
'That's better, Alec, you'd better turn your back.'
I did not turn my back but I tried to ignore it, while watching out the corner of my eye.
If it had gone on one half-second longer, I would have dragged her out of that cab bodily. Yet I am forced to admit that Margrethe was not having attentions forced on her; she was cooperating fully, kissing him in a fashion no married woman should ever kiss another man.
I endured it.
At last it ended. I handed her down, and closed the door
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