"Robert A. Heinlein - Farmer In The Sky" - читать интересную книгу автора (Heinlein Robert A)

I said I guessed so.

тАЬI'll say goodnight, then.тАЭ

I answered, тАЬGoodnight.тАЭ He turned away, but I added, тАЬGeorgeтАФтАЭ He stopped.
I blurted out. тАЬYou don't love Anne any more, do you?тАЭ

Dad turned white. He started back in and then stopped. тАЬBill,тАЭ he said slowly, тАЬit has been some years
since I've laid a hand on youтАФbut this is the first time I ever wanted to give you a thrashing.тАЭ

I thought he was going to do it. I waited and I had made up my mind that if he touched me he was going
to get die surprise of his life. But he didn't come any nearer; he just closed the door between us.

After awhile I took another shower that I didn't need and went to bed. I must have lain there an hour or
more, thinking that Dad had wanted to hit me and wishing that Anne were around to tell me what to do.
Finally I switched on the dancing lights and stared at them until they knocked me out.

Neither one of us said anything until breakfast was over and neither of us ate much, either. Finally Dad
said, тАЬBill, I want to beg your pardon for what I said last night. You hadn't done or said anything to justify
raising a hand to you and I had no business thinking it or saying it.тАЭ

I said, тАЬOh, that's all right.тАЭ I thought about it and added, тАЬIguess I shouldn't have said what I did.тАЭ

тАЬIt was all right to say it What makes me sad is that you could have thought it. Bill, I've never stopped
loving Anne and I'll never love her any less.тАЭ

тАЬBut you saidтАФтАЭ I stopped and finished, тАЬI just don't get it.тАЭ

тАЬI guess there is no reason to expect you to.тАЭ George stood up. тАЬBill, the ceremony is at fifteen o'clock.
Will you be dressed and ready about an hour before that time?тАЭ

I hesitated and said, тАЬI won't be able to, George. I've got a pretty full day.тАЭ

His face didn't have any expression at all and neither did his voice. He said, тАЬI see,тАЭ and left the room. A
bit later he left the apartment. A while later I. tried to call him at his office, but the autosecretary ground
out the old stall about тАЬWould you like to record a message?тАЭ I didn't. I figured that George would be
home some time before fifteen hundred and I got dressed in my best. I even used some of Dad's beard
cream.

He didn't show up. I tried the office again, and again, got the тАЬWould-you-like-to-record-a-message?тАЭ
routine. Then I braced myself and looked up the code on Mrs. Kenyon.

He wasn't there. Nobody was there.

The time crawled past and there was nothing I could do about it. After a while it was fifteen o'clock and
I knew that my father was off somewhere getting married but I didn't know where. About fifteen-thirty I
went out and went to a show.

When I got back the red light was shining on the phone. I dialed playback and it was Dad: тАЬBill I tried to
reach you but you weren't in and I can't wait. Molly and I are leaving on a short trip. If you need to reach