"Rudy Rucker - Master Of Space And Time" - читать интересную книгу автора (Rucker Rudy)

When we'd first married, we'd had a much nicer
home. But I'd lost it when Fletcher & Company
went bankrupt. The house we rented now was a
low-ceilinged three-room tract home: two bedrooms
and a kitchen-dining-living room. Looking out the
bedroom window, I could see fifty-three houses
exactly like ours (one Sunday afternoon I'd counted
them). Our development was a reclaimed marsh
with woods all around it.

"I'm going to go see Harry tomorrow. I think
he's invented something new."

"Don't give him any money, Joseph. I mean it.
We need that money for our Christmas trip."

"What trip?"

"Don't you ever listen to anything I tell you?"
"Look, I'm going to get a beer. You want one?"

"How about my back rub?"

Nancy was lying on her stomach. I sat on the
backs of her legs and worked my fingers up and
down her spine. She felt small and fragile, and she
gave off a good smell. My woman.

"I'm sorry to complain so much, Joey. At least
we have enough to eat. There's another terrible
famine going on in Mexico, did you know?"

Nancy had some strange complexes about food.
She was into world hunger, often serving on com-
mittees and raising funds. Yet she herself ate very
immoderately. Somehow she never seemed to gain
weight.

"No, I didn't know that. This afternoon, when I
went out to the Buick in the lot, something reallyтАФ"

Someone was trying to open the bedroom door.
Serena.

"Just a minute, sweetie! Does that feel better,
Nancy?"

"A little. Could you do something with Serena?
She's been just awful. This morning she went next
door and stuck her hand in the baby's mouth.