"HEINLEIN, Robert A. - The Cat Who Walked Through Walls" - читать интересную книгу автора (Heinlein Robert A)

"Not deformed," I protested. "This foot was amputated; I wasn't born
without it. My immune system flatly refuses to accept a transplant, so that's
that. One reason I live in low gravity."
Gwen suddenly sobered. "My very dear! I wasn't speaking of your foot. Oh,
heavens! Your foot doesn't matter... except that I'll be more careful than ever
not to place a strain on you, now that I know why."
"Sorry. Let's back up. Then what is this about me being Хdeformed'?"
At once she was again her merry self. "You should know! When you've got me
stretched all out of shape and no use to a normal man. And now you won't marry
me. Let's go back to bed."
"Let's finish breakfast and let it settle first-have you no mercy? I didn't
say I wouldn't many you... and I did not stretch you."
"Oh, what a sinful lie! Will you pass the butter, please? You're deformed
all right! How big is that tumor with the bone in it? Twenty-five centimeters?
More? And how big around? If I had seen it first, I would have never risked it."

"Oh, piffle! It's not even twenty centimeters. I didn't stretch you; I'm
just middlin' size. You should see my Uncle Jock. More coffee?"
"Yes, thank you. You surely did stretch me! Uh... is your Uncle Jock
actually bigger than you are? Locally?"
"Much."
"Uh... where does he live?"
"Finish your waffle. Do you still want to take me back to bed? Or do you
want a note to my Uncle Jock?"
"Why can't I have both? Yes, a little more bacon, thank
you. Richard, you're a good cook. I don't want to marry Uncle Jock; I'm
just curious."
"Don't ask him to show it to you unless you mean business ... because he
always means business. He seduced his Scoutmaster's wife when he was twelve. Ran
away with her. Caused considerable talk in southern Iowa because she didn't want
to give him up. That was over a hundred years ago when such things were taken
seriously, at least in Iowa."
"Richard, are you implying that Uncle Jock is over a hundred and still
active and virile?"
"A hundred and sixteen and still jumping his friends' wives, daughters,
mothers, and livestock. And has three wives of his own under the Iowa
senior-citizen cohabitation code, one of them-my Aunt Cissy-being still in high
school."
"Richard, I sometimes suspect that you are not always entirely truthful. A
mild bent toward exaggeration."
"Woman, that is no way to talk to your future husband. Behind you is a
terminal. Punch it for Grinnell, Iowa; Uncle Jock lives just outside. Shall we
call him? You talk to him real pretty and he might show you his pride and joy.
Well, dear?"
"You are just trying to get out of taking me back to bed."
"Another waffle?"
"Quit trying to bribe me. Uh, a half, maybe. Split one with me?"
"No. A whole one for each of us."
'"Hail, Caesar!' You're the bad example I've always needed. Once we're
married I'm going to get fat."