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Robert A. Heinlein - A Comedy Of Justice
Atec Февраль 27 2008 02:52:13
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. But how did you manage to lose your clothes, too? Kidnapped? Or what? Never mind, that can wait. I'm Jerry Farnsworth.'
I answered, 'We're Alec and Margrethe Graham.'
'Good to meet you. Well, you don't look armed - except for that thing in your hand, Miz Graham. What is it?'
She held it out to him. 'A razor.'
He accepted it, looked at it, handed it back. 'Durned if it isn't. Haven't seen one like that since I was too young to shave. Well, I don't see how you can highjack me with that. Climb in. Alec, you can have the back seat; your sister can sit up here with me.' Another section of the shell swung upward.
'Thank you,' I answered, thinking sourly about beggars and choosers. 'Marga is not my sister, she's my wife.'
'Lucky man! Do you object to your wife riding with me?'
'Oh, of course not!'
I think that answer would cause a tension meter to jingle. Dear, you'd better get back there with your husband.'
'Sir, you invited me to sit with you and my husband voiced his approval.' Margrethe slipped into the forward passenger seat. I opened my mouth and closed it, having found I had nothing to say. I climbed into the back seat, discovered that the car was bigger inside than out; the seat was roomy and comfortable. The doors closed down; the 'mirrors' now were windows.
'I'm about to put her back into the flow,' our host said, 'so don't fight the safeties. Sometimes this buggy bucks like a Brahma bull, six gees or better
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