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Robert A. Heinlein - The Cat Who Walked Through Walls
Atec Февраль 29 2008 20:18:18
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. Fair price- Young. Handsome. Virile. Durable.
Affectionate. Call or phone and ask for Xia-that's me. Guaranteed-you must be
satisfied or you don't pay."
"Thanks. Right now all I want is breakfast. Then bed."
"Breakfast right behind you across the corridor. Sing's New York Caf6.1
recommend his Hangover Special at a crown fifty." She looked back at her rack
and picked out two cards. "Here're your keys. Dearie, would you ask Sing to send
me over a grilled Cheddar on white with coffee? And don't let him charge you
more than a slug and a half for a Hangover Special. He cheats just for fun."
We parked our baggage with Xia and crossed the corridor for breakfast.
Sing's Hangover Special was as good as Xia claimed. Then at last we were in our
suite-the bridal suite;
Xia had again done right by us. In several ways. She led us to our suite,
watched while we oohed and ahed-bubbly in an ice bucket, coverlet turned back,
perfumed sheets, flowers (artificial but convincing) picked out by the only
light.
So the bride kissed her and Xia kissed the bride, and they both
sniffled-and a good thing, too, as a lot had happened too fast and Gwen had had
no time to cry. Women need to cry.
Then Xia kissed the groom, and the groom did not cry and did not hang
back-Xia is an oriental stack such as Marco Polo is said to have found in
Xanadu. And she kissed me most convincingly
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