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Robert A. Heinlein - The Cat Who Walked Through Walls
Atec Февраль 29 2008 20:18:18
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"So try to rest." Hazel picked up my blood-soiled trousers.
"I'm going to soak these before the stain sets."
"Use cold water!" Gretchen blurted, then turned pink and added shyly, "So
Mama says."
"Ingrid is right, dear." Hazel ran water into the hand basin. "Richard, I'm
forced to admit that I lost your new clothes during that fuss."
"Clothes we can buy. I thought I was going to lose you."
"Good Richard. Here's your wallet and some this and that. Pocket plunder."
"Better let me have it." I crowded it all into a breast pocket.
"Where's Choy-Mu? I did see him-or did I?"
"He's in the other 'fresher, with Father Schultz and Father Ezra."
"Uh? Are you telling me that a four-seater has two refreshers? It is a
four-place job, isn't it?"
"It is and it does and wait till you see the rose gardens. And the swimming
lounge."
I started to make a retort but chopped it off. I had not figured out any
formula by which to tell when my bride was jesting, or was telling literal but
unbelievable truth. I was saved from a silly discussion by one of the redheads
coming in-female, young, muscled, freckled, catlike, wholesome, sultry. "Aunt
Hazel, we're grounded."
'Thank you. Lor."
"I'm Laz. Cas wants to know who stays here, who comes along, and how long
till lift? Gay wants to know whether or not we'll be bombed and can she park one
shift over? Bombing makes her nervous
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