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The Midas Plague


AND SO THEY WERE MARRIED.

The bride and groom made a beautiful couple, she in her twentyyard frill of immaculate white, he in his formal gray ruffled blouse and pleated pantaloons.
It was a small weddingЧthe best he could afford, For guests, they had only the immediate family and a few close friends. And when the minister had performed the ceremony, Morey Fry kissed his bride and they drove off to the reception. There were twenty-eight limousines in all (though it is true that twenty of them contained only the catererТs robots) and three flower cars.
УBless you both,Ф said old man Elan sentimentally. УYouТve got a fine girl in our Cherry, Morey.Ф He blew his nose on a ragged square of cambric.
The old folks behaved very well, Morey thought. At the reception, surrounded by the enormous stacks of wedding gifts, they drank the champagne and ate a great many of the tiny, delicious canapes. They listened politely to the fifteen-piece orchestra, and CherryТs mother even danced one dance with Morey for sentimentТs sake, though it was clear that dancing was far from the usual pattern of her life. They tried as hard as they could to blend into the gathering, but all the same, the two elderly figures in severely simple and probably rented garments were dismayingly conspicuous in the quarter-acre of tapestries and tinkling fountains that was the main ballroom of MoreyТs country home.
When it was time for the guests to go home and let the newlyweds begin their life together CherryТs father shook Marcy by the hand and CherryТs mother kissed him. But as they drove away in their tiny runabout their faces were full of foreboding.
It was nothing against Marcy as a person, of course. But poor people should not marry wealth.
Marcy and Cherry loved each other, certainly. That helped. They
told each other so, a dozen times an hour, all of the long hours they were together, for all of the first months of their marriage. Morey even took time off to go shopping with his bride, which endeared him to her enormously. They drove their shopping~ carts through the immense vaulted corridors of the supermarket, Morey checking off the items on the shopping list as Cherry picked out the goods. It was fun.
For a while..
Their first fight started in the supermarket, between Breakfast Foods and Floor Furnishings, just where the new Precious Stones department was being opened.
Morey called off from the list, УDiamond lavaliere, costume rings, earbobs.Ф
Cherry said rebelliously, УMorey, I have a lavaliere. Please, dear!Ф
Morey folded back the pages of the list uncertainly. The lavaliere was on there, all right, and no alternative selection was shown.
УHow about a bracelet?Ф he coaxed. УLook, they have some nice ruby ones there. See how beautifully they go with your hair, darling!Ф He beckoned a robot clerk, who bustled up and handed Cherry the bracelet tray. УLovely,Ф Morey exclaimed as Cherry slipped the largest of the lot on her wrist.
УAnd I donТt have to have a lavaliere?Ф Cherry asked.
УOf course not.Ф He peeked at the tag. УSame number~of ration points exactly!Ф Since Cherry looked only dubious, not convinced, he said briskly, УAnd now weТd better be getting along to the shoe department. IТve got to pick up some dancing pumps.Ф
Cherry made no objection, neither then nor throughout the restТ of their shopping tour. At the end, while they were sitting in the supermarketТs ground-floor lounge waiting for the robot accountants to tote up their bill and the robot cashiers to stamp their ration books, Morey remembered to have the shipping department save out the bracelet.
УI donТt want that sent with the other stuff, darling,Ф he explained. УI want you to wear it right now. Honestly, I donТt think I ever saw anything looking so right for you.Ф
Cherry looked flustered and pleased. Morey was delighted with himself; it wasnТt everybody who knew how to handle these little domestic problems just right!
He stayed self-satisfied all the way home, while Henry, their companion-robot, regaled them with funny stories of the factory in which it had been built and trained. Cherry wasnТt used to Henry by a long shot, but it was hard not to like the robot. Jokes and funny stories
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when you needed amusement, sympathy when you were depressed, a never-failing supply of news and information on any subject you cared to nameЧHenry was easy enough to take. Cherry even made a special point of asking Henry to keep them company through dinner, and she laughed as thoroughly as Morey himself at its droll anecdotes.
But later, in the conservatory, when Henry had considerately left them alone, the laughter dried up.
Morey didnТt notice. He was very conscientiously making the rounds: turning on the tri-D, selecting their afterdinner liqueurs, scanning the evening newspapers.
Cherry cleared her throat self-consciously, and Morey stopped what he was doing. УDear,Ф she said tentatively, УIТm feeling kind of restless tonight. Could weЧI mean do you think we could just sort of stay home andЧwell, relax?Ф
Morey looked at her with a touch of concern. She lay back wearily, eyes half closed. УAre you feeling all right?Ф he asked.
УPerfectly. I just donТt want to go out tonight, dear. I donТt feel up to it.Ф
He sat down and automatically lit a cigarette. УI see,Ф he said. The tri-D was beginning a comedy show; he got up to turn it off, snapping on the tape-player. Muted strings filled the room.
УWe had reservations at the club tonight,Ф he reminded her.
Cherry shifted uncomfortably. УI know.Ф
УAnd we have the opera tickets that I turned last weekТs in for. I hate to nag, darling, but we havenТt used any of our opera tickets.Ф
УWe can see them right here on the tri-D,Ф she said in a small voice.
УThat has nothing to do with it, sweetheart. IЧI didnТt want tc tell you about it, but Wainwright, down at the office, said something tc me yesterday. He told me he would be at the circus last night and a~ much as said heТd be looking to see if we were there, too. Well, w~ werenТt there. Heaven knows what IТll tell him next week.Ф
He waited for Cherry to answer, but she was silent.
He went on reasonably, УSo if you could see your way clear to go. ing out tonightЧФ
He stopped, slack-jawed. Cherry was crying, silently and ii quantity.
УDarling!Ф he said inarticulately.
He hurried to her, but she fended him off. He stood helpless ove~ her, watching her cry.
УDear, whatТs the matter?Ф he asked.
She turned her head away.
Morey rocked back on his heels. It wasnТt exactly the first time heТd seen Cherry cryЧthere had been that poignant scene when they Gave Each Other Up, realizing that their backgrounds were too far apart for happiness, before the realization that they had to have each other, no matter what. . . . But it was the first time her tears had made him feel guilty.
And he-did feel guilty. He stood there staring at her.
Then he turned his back on her and walked over to the bar. He ignored the ready liqueurs and poured two stiff highballs, brought them back to her. He set one down beside her, took a long drink from the other.