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Robert A. Heinlein - The Cat Who Walked Through Walls
Atec Февраль 29 2008 20:18:18
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"Hmm. Could be. But what about bodies with slugs in them? Six point five
millimeter longs, to be precise."
"Shot by the butchers in that big wheel."
"They were burning, not shooting."
"Richard! Richard! Do you know that they didn't have slug guns as well as
energy weapons? I don't."
"Hmm again. My love, you are as devious as a diplomat."
"I am a diplomat. Reach me the soap, pretty please. Richard, let's not
volunteer information. We were just passengers, innocent bystanders and stupid
as well. How those agrarian reformers died is not our responsibility. My pappy
done taught me to hold my cards close to my chest and never admit anything. This
is a time for that."
"My pappy done taught me the same thing. Gwen, why didn't you marry me
sooner?"
'Took me a while to soften you up, dear. Or vice versa. Ready to shower
off?"
While I was drying her, I remembered a point that we had passed by.
"Picture bride, where did you learn to drive a rol-ligon?"
"'Where?' Mare Serenitatis."
"Huh?"
"I learned how through watching Gretchen and Auntie. Tonight was the first
time I ever drove one."
"Well! Why didn't you say so?"
She started drying me. "Beloved, if you had known, you would have worried.
Uselessly. In all the times I've been married I have always made it a rule never
to tell my husband anything that would worry him if I could reasonably avoid
it
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