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Robert A. Heinlein - The Cat Who Walked Through Walls
Atec Февраль 29 2008 20:18:18
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. She finished looking spic and span instead
of three days in the same clothes. Well, we both did have brand-new
underclothes, recent hot baths, and putatively clean minds and nails... but she
looked bandbox fresh while I looked like the pig that slowly walked away. Which
was all her misfortune and none of my own; Gwen was wonderfully good to wake up
to. I felt bubblingly happy.
As we left room L she took my arm and hugged it. "Mister, thank you for
inviting me to breakfast."
"Anytime, little girl. What room is Bill in?"
She sobered instantly. "Richard, I did not propose exposing you to Bill
until after you had eaten. Better perhaps?"
"Uh- Oh, hell, I don't enjoy waiting for breakfast and I see nothing to be
gained by making Bill wait for his. We don't have to look at him; I'll grab a
table for two and Bill can sit at the counter."
"Richard, you are a soft-hearted slob. I love you."
"Don't call me a soft-hearted slob, you soft-hearted slob. Who lavished
spending money on him?"
"I did and it was a mistake and I got it back from him and it won't happen
again."
"You got some of it back from him."
"Got back what he had left and quit rubbing my nose in it, please. I was an
idiot, Richard. Too right."
"So let's forget it. This is his room?"
Bill was not in his room. An inquiry at the desk confirmed what knocking
had shown to be likely: Bill had gone out a half hour earlier
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