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Shandy



Shandy
By Ron Goulart
HOLMAN CAME DOWN out of the forest of giant orange-woods and trudged across the plain toward
the place where Nancy Tanner lived. It was late afternoon and the woods beyond Nancy's home were
already growing dark and dim.

The door of the old spaceship was open and a dark flowered rug hung over the rail of the gangway. Late
sun glazed the round window near the door, but Hoi-man thought he had seen Nancy behind the
strawberry-patterned curtains.

Wearing a pale-blue cotton dress, tan and slender, Nancy came out of the ship and into the low-trimmed
grass. She held up one arm and waved once, smiling. "Ken," she said and turned to roll up the rug.

Holman said, "How you been?" as he came near, walking at his usual pace.

Setting the rug carefully on the bottom step, Nancy looked up at him. "Fine. Yourself?"

"Not bad. Had a cold last week." Holman put his suitcase down next to the neatly rolled rug.

Nancy frowned. "You still don't eat enough greens. That's why."

Holman kissed her, his hands gentle on her back. "Well, here I am," he said.

"Well, come in and we'll talk." She stepped slowly away from him and went up into the ship.

Holman gathered up his suitcase and the rolled rug and followed her.

He looked in and all around the kitchen before he entered.

Nancy watched him over her shoulder while she got two china cups. She grinned at him as he stepped
into the room.

"I left the rug and my grip in the hall," Holman said and sat down in a straight-backed chair. Stooping to
retie his hiking shoes, he glanced under the table. "Made it from the settlement in under four hours. Of
course, I took big steps."

"Would you like rum or whiskey or something like that in your coffee?" Nancy asked, touching the


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handle of the coffee pot.

"Schoolteachers don't drink before sundown."