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Robert A. Heinlein - The Cat Who Walked Through Walls
Atec Февраль 29 2008 20:18:18
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. Or you
can remain in Golden Rule and go back to your turf-and tell Fingers you botched
the job he got you."
"I didn't botch it! He did."
Meaning me- I said, "That does it, Gwen. He resents me. I don't want him
around-much less have to support him. He'll slip poison into my soup some
night."
"Oh, Bill wouldn't do that. Would you. Bill?"
I said, "Oh, wouldn't he? Notice how quick he is to answer? Gwen, earlier
today he tried to shoot me. Why should I put up with his surly behavior?"
"Richard, please! You can't expect him to get well all at once."
This feckless discussion was cut short by Mr. Kondo returning to the table
to arrange it for dinner... including hold-down clips for our little tree. One
tenth of Earth-normal gravity is enough to hold food on a plate, hold feet
against the floor- but just barely. The chairs here were fastened to the floor;
there were seat belts on them if you wished to use them-I didn't but a belt does
have its points if you have to cut tough steak. Tumblers and cups had lids and
sidesippers. The last was perhaps the most needed adaptation; you can easily
scald yourself picking up a cup of hot coffee in a tenth gee-the weight is
nothing but the inertia is undiminished... and so it slops, all over you.
As Mr. Kondo was placing flatware and sticks at my place he said quietly
into my ear, "Senator, is it possible that you were present at the Solis Lacus
drop?"
I answered heartily, "I certainly was, mate! You were there, too?"
He bowed
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