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Robert A. Heinlein - The Cat Who Walked Through Walls
Atec Февраль 29 2008 20:18:18
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. I suggest the 'fresher just clockwise of my
lounge."
Deety said, "Oh, rats, Lazarus! You are a bad-tempered, grumpy old man.
There is no way to disturb a mathematician who is working. Look at Lib there-
You could set off a firecracker under her right now and she wouldn't blink."
Deety stood up. "Woodie boy, you need a fresh rejuvenation; you're getting
old-age cranky. Come on. Jay Ell."
Dr. Burroughs stood up, bowed, and said, "If you will excuse me?" and left
without looking at Lazarus. There was a feeling of edgy tempers, of a need to
place distance between two old bulls before they tangled.
Or three-I should be included. Chucking me out over the kitten was uncalled
for; I found myself angry with Lazarus for a third time in one day. I had not
brought the kitten in, and it was his own computer that had suggested feeding it
there and had supplied the means.
I stood up, gathered Pixel in one hand, picked up his dish with my other
hand, then found I needed to hang my cane over one arm to move. Jane Libby saw
my problem, took the kitten, and cuddled it to her. I followed her, leaning on
my cane and carrying the dish of baby food. I avoided looking at Lazarus.
In passing through the lounge we picked up Hazel and Hilda. Hazel waved to
me, patted the seat by her; I shook my head and kept going, whereupon she got up
and came with us. Hilda followed her
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