Special Delivery by Damon Knight, Science Fiction, Adventure

Angebote / Angebote:

He climbed a stepladder to get at the top cabinet shelf which cached their liquor when they had any. Small upstate towns and their school boards being what they were, this was one of many necessary financial precautions.Inspecting the doleful few fingers of whisky in the bottle, Len swore under his breath. They couldn't afford a decent supply of booze or new clothes for Moira. The original idea had been for Len to teach for a year while they saved enough money so that he could go back for his master's degree. More lately, this proving unlikely, they had merely been trying to put aside enough for summer school, and even that was beginning to look like the wildest optimism.High-school teachers without seniority weren't supposed to be married.Or graduate physics students, for that matter.He mixed two stiff highballs and carried them back into the living room. "Here you are. Skoal."Ah, " she said appreciatively. "That tastes-Ugh." She set the glass down and stared at it with her mouth half open."What's the matter now?"She turned her head carefully, as if she were afraid it would come off. "Len, I don't know. Mama."That's the second time you've said that. What is this all-"Said what?"Mama. Look, kid, if you're-"I didn't." She appeared a little feverish."Sure you did, " said Len reasonably. "Once when you were looking at the baby book, and then again just now, after you said ugh to the highball. Speaking of which-