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Robert A. Heinlein - A Comedy Of Justice
Atec Февраль 27 2008 02:52:13
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'Then we will go to Denmark.' (No, it can't be divorce.)
'We will?'
'We will. Darling, you are my wife, now and forever. I can't leave you here while I get things worked out in Kay See; the world might shift and I would lose you. But we can't go to Denmark until I lay hands on my money. All clear?' (What if Abigail has cleaned out my bank account?)
'Yes, Alec. We will go to Kansas City.'
(That settled part of it. But it did not settle Abigail. Never mind, I would burn that bridge when I came to it.)
Thirty seconds later I had more problems. Certainly the girl in charge would place a call for me long distance collect. Kansas City? For Kansas City, either Kansas or Missouri, the fee to open the trunk line for query was twenty-five cents. Deposit it in the coin box, please, when I tell you. Booth two.
I went to the booth and dug into my pocket for coins, laid them out:
A twenty-cent piece;
Two threepenny coppers;
A Canadian quarter, with the face of the Queen (queen?);
A half dollar;
Three five-cent pieces that were not nickels, but smaller.
And not one of these coins carried the familiar 'God Is Our Fortress' motto of the North American Union.
I stared at that ragbag collection and tried to figure out when this last change had taken place. Since I last was paid evidently, which placed it later than yesterday afternoon but earlier than the hitch we had gotten just after breakfast
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