"Robert A. Heinlein - Lost Legacy" - читать интересную книгу автора (Heinlein Robert A)

тАЬPractically. Come on in, Phil.тАЭ

Huxley, in slacks and polo shirt, was followed by another figure. He
turned to him. тАЬJoan, this is Bei Cobum, Doctor Ben Cobum.
Doctor Coburn, Mis Freeman.тАЭ

тАЬAwfully nice of you to let me come, Miss Freeman.тАЭ

тАЬNot at all. Doctor. Phil had told me so much about you that I have
been anxious to meet you.тАЭ The conventionalities flowed with the
ease of all long-established tribal taboo.


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тАЬCall him Ben, Joan. ItтАЩs good for his ego.тАЭ

While Joan and Phil loaded the car Coburn looked over the young
womanтАЩs studio house. A single large room, panelled in knotty pine
and dominated by a friendly field-stone fireplace set about with
untidy bookcases, gave evidence of her personality. He had
stepped through open french doors into a tiny patio, paved with
mossy bricks and fitted with a barbecue pit and a little fishpond,
brilliant in the morning sunlight, when he heard himself called.

тАЬDoc! Stir your stumps! TimeтАЩs awastinтАЩ!тАЭ

He glanced again around the patio, and rejoin the others at the
car. тАЬI like your house. Miss Fre man. Why should we bother to
leave Beachwood

Drive when Griffith Park canтАЩt be any pleasanter?тАЭ

тАЬThatтАЩs easy. If you stay at home, itтАЩs not a picnicтАФ itтАЩs just
breakfast. My nameтАЩs Joan.тАЭ

тАЬMay I put in a request for тАШjust breakfastтАЩ here some morningтАФ
Joan?тАЭ

тАЬLay off oтАЩ that mug, Joan,тАЭ advised Phil in a stage whisper. тАЬHis
intentions ainтАЩt honorable.тАЭ

Joan straightened up the remains of what had recently been a
proper-sized meal. She chucked into the fire three well-picked
bones to which thick sirloin steaks were no longer attached, added
some dicarded wrapping paper and one lonely roll. She shook the
thermos jug. It gurgled slightly. тАЬAnybody want some more
grapefruit juice?тАЭ she called.

тАЬAny more coffee?тАЭ asked Cobum, then continued to Huxley, тАЬHis