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Robert A. Heinlein - A Comedy Of Justice
Atec Февраль 27 2008 02:52:13
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'That's better. Thank you, Katherine. Sit down, friends - pick a spot and squat.'
I sat down, avoiding what was obviously the 'papa' chair - massive and leather upholstered. Katie and Marga took a couch together. Jerry satin that papa chair. 'My love, what will you drink?'
'Campari and soda, please.'
'Sissy. And you, Margie?'
'Campari and soda would suit me, too.'
'Two sissies. Alec?'
'I'll go along with the ladies.'
'Son, I'll tolerate that in the weaker sex. But not from a grown man. Try again.'
'Uh, Scotch and soda.'
'I'd horsewhip you, if I had a horse. Podnuh, you have just one more chance.'
'Uh... bourbon and branch?'
'Saved yourself. Jack Daniel's with water on the side. Other day, man in Dallas tried to order Irish whisky. Rode him out o'town on a rail. Then they apologized to him. Turned out he was a Yankee and didn't know any better.' All this time our host was drumming with his fingertips on a small table at his elbow. He stopped this fretful drumming and, suddenly, at the table by my chair appeared a Texas jigger of brown liquid and a tumbler of water. I found that the others had been served, too. Jerry raised his glass. 'Save your Confederate money! Salud!'
We drank and he went on, 'Katherine, do you know where our rapscallion is hiding?'
'I think they are all in the pool, dear.'
'So.' Jerry resumed that nervous drumming. Suddenly there appeared in the air in front of our host, seated on a diving board that jutted out of nowhere, a young female
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