"Richard Wadholm - From Here You Can See The Sunquists" - читать интересную книгу автора (Wadholm Richard)

nothing around them looked familiar.



No one ever came out to this end of the T-Line highway. Like one of those weighty
popular art novels, South Beach was a place on every tongue, but rarely experienced in
person. Everybody knew someone who had risked all to catch some glimpse of
themselves in a new and unimagined place in their own lives. Always some friend, some
relative. Never the person telling the story. Always the tale had some ghastly, amusing
outcome.
They were well and truly lost when they reached the first town south of the Present
Iteration. Mrs. Sunquist hesitated, but they were running low on power, and she had to
use the bathroom again.



"Let's do it," cried Mr. Sunquist, his middle-aged timbre catching some of that old
devilish sway. "Let's take a chance and see what we run into down here in The Future."



Mrs. Sunquist looked uneasy. But she would not be outdone by her husband. Laughing
together, they swung off the T-Line to get directions from the future back to the present.



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Another building cycle was coming to La Jet├йe. All of the old orchid stands that had been
on Noon Street and then replanted on Meridian Street were being uprooted again for a
tract of old-style bungalow rows. The artist's conception reminded Mr. Sunquist of places
he had lived. He wondered if this would be one of his investments.



No mention of the temporal anomaly. Was that no longer considered a draw? The only
connection to the town they had left back in the gloom of fog and quantum wave
functions was a tag at the bottom of the sign:



SERIOUS ONLY



ENQUIRE WITH MR. ROBERT SHELBOURNE.