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Robert A. Heinlein - The Cat Who Walked Through Walls
Atec Февраль 29 2008 20:18:18
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Anyone who bothered to look could not fail to see what I meant. Four
masculine feet- Three were clearly from the same genes: Lazarus's two feet and
my new foot. The fourth was the foot I was born with; it matched the other three
only in size, not in skin color, texture, hairiness, or any detail.
When Lazarus had dunned me for the cost of that transplant, it had offended
me. But this new discovery, that Lazarus himself was the anonymous donor, that I
had been made the unwitting recipient of his charity for the foot itself, the
very meat and bone of it, was intolerable.
I glared at Lazarus. "Doctor, behind my back and utterly without my consent
you placed me under unbearable obligation. / will not tolerate it!" I was
shaking with anger.
"Richard, Richard! Please!" Hazel seemed about to cry.
And I, too. That red-haired older lady hurried to me, bent over me and
gathered my head to her motherly breasts, cuddled me and said, "No, Richard, no!
You must not feel this way."
We left later that day. But we stayed for dinner; we did not run away
angry.
Hazel and Maureen (the darling older lady who had comforted me) between
them managed to convince me that hospital and surgery charges need not fret me
because Hazel had plenty of the needful on deposit in a local bank-which Teena
confirmed-and Hazel could and would cover my bills if it became appropriate to
change the charge under which I was hospitalized
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