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Day After Tomorrow
Mack Reynolds



I


Government employees in his income bracket and the suburb in which
he lived were currently wearing tweeds. Tweeds were all the thing. Tweeds
were in. You weren't with it if you wore anything else.

Lawrence Woolford consequently wore tweeds. His suit, this morning,
had first seen the light of day on a hand loom in Donegal, Ireland. It had
been cut by a Swede widely patronized by serious young career men in
Lawrence Woolford's status group. These days, English tailors were out
and Italians absolutely unheard of.

Woolford sauntered down the walk before his auto-bungalow, scowling
at the sportscar at the curbтАФwrong year, wrong make. Thanks to the
powers that be, it was still the right three-tone color. But he'd have to
trade it in on a new model. It was a shame in a wayтАФhe liked the car.
However, he had no desire to get a reputation as a weird among colleagues
and friends. What was it Senator Carey McArthur had said the other day?
Show me a weird and I'll show you a person who has taken the first step
toward being a Commie.
 Woolford slid under the wheel, dropped the lift lever, depressed the
thrust pedal gently and took off for downtown Greater Washington.
Theoretically, he had another four days of vacation coming to him. He
wondered what the Boss wanted. That was the trouble in being one of the
Boss' favorite trouble-shooters; when trouble arose you wound up in the
middle of it. Whether you wanted to or not. Lawrence Woolford was to the
point where he was thinking in terms of graduating out of field work and
taking a desk job, which meant promotion in status and pay. He had to
like it.

He turned over his car to a parker at the departmental parking lot and
made his way through the entrance utilized by secondgrade departmental
officials. In another year, he told himself, he'd be using that other door.

The Boss' secretary looked up when Lawrence Woolford entered the
anteroom where she presided. "Hello, Larry," she said. "Hear they called