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Robert A. Heinlein - The Cat Who Walked Through Walls
Atec Февраль 29 2008 20:18:18
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. For too long she had not been in my bed. From my
viewpoint we had missed two nights... not long for old married couples, much too
long for a honeymoon. And the moral of that is:
Don't get yourself mugged on your honeymoon.
From her standpoint it had been... a month? "Best of girls, how long has it
been? That Lethe field has left me with my time sense fouled up."
Hazel hesitated. "It has been thirty-seven Tertian days here. But to you it
should feel like overnight. Well, two nights... because, by the time I came to
bed last night, you were snoring. I'm sorry. Hate me some but not too much.
Here's our wee bunty ben."
("Wee bunty ben" indeed! It was larger than my luxury suite in Golden Rule
and more lavish... with a bigger and better bed.) "Bride, we bathed in Lazarus's
Taj Mahal playroom. I no longer have to remove my cork leg and I took care of
everything else in that Taj Mahal. If you have anything to do, do it. But be
quick about it! I'm eager."
"Nothing. But must take care of Pixel."
"We'll put his saucers in the 'fresher, shut him in, let him out later."
So we did, and went to bed, and it was wonderful, and the details are none
of your business.
Sometime later Hazel said, "We've been joined."
"We still are."
"I mean, 'We have company.'"
"So I noticed. He climbed on my shoulder blades way back when, but I was
busy and he weighs almost nothing, so I didn't mention it
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