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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 turned away without
answering and said to Hazel, "Let's start walking, hon. Town is a far piece down
the road but somebody will come along and give us a lift. People around here are
friendly."
"I can phone for help. The way I did from the Raffles " She lifted her
handbag.
"Can you? Wouldn't the call be relayed right back to this house no matter
where or when or what time line? Or have I failed to understand any of it? Let's
start hoofing it. My turn to carry that fierce cat."
"All right."
Hazel did not seem to be troubled over our failure to get into Uncle Jock's
place, or Time Headquarters, whichever As for me, I was happy, light-hearted. I
had a beautiful, lovable bnde. I was no longer a cripple and I felt years
younger than my calendar age. If I still had a calendar age. The weather was
heavenly in a fashion that only Iowa knows. Oh, it would be hot later in the day
(it takes hot sun to grow good corn) but now, at about ten-fifteen, it was still
balmy; by the time it was really hot I would have my bride-and the
kitten-indoors. Even if we had to stop at the next farmhouse. Let's see... the
Tanguays? Or had the old man sold out by 2177? No matter
I was not worried by my lack of local legal money, my lack of tangible
assets of any sort. A beautiful summer day in Iowa leaves no room for worry. I
could work and would-spreading manure if that was the sort of work available
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