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Robert A. Heinlein - A Comedy Of Justice
Atec Февраль 27 2008 02:52:13
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. It was termed a 'halter'.
When I saw Marga in this outfit, I whispered to her, 'I positively will not permit you to appear in public in that shameless costume.'
She answered, 'Dear, don't be a fub so early in the day. It's too hot.'
'I'm not joking. I forbid you to buy that.'
'Alec, I don't recall asking your permission.'
'Are you defying me?'
She sighed. 'Perhaps I am. I don't want to. Did you get your razor?'
'You saw me!'
'I have your underpants and socks. Is there anything more you need now?'
'No. Margrethe! Quit evading me!'
'Darling, I told you that I will not quarrel with you in public. This outfit has a wrap-around skirt; I was about to put it on. Let me do so and settle the bill. Then we can go outside and talk in private.'
Fuming, I went along with what she proposed. I might as well admit that, under her careful management, we came out of that bazaar with more money than we had had when we came in. How? That suit from my patrуn, Don Jaime, that looked so ridiculous on me, looked just right on the owner of the shop - in fact he resembled Don Jaime. He had been willing to swap, even, for what I needed - khaki shirt and pants and straw hat.
But Margrethe insisted on something to boot. She demanded five dollars, got two.
I learned, as she settled our bill, that she had wrought similar magic in getting rid of that tailored suit she no longer needed. We entered the shop with $7
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