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Spacewarp, v. 5, issue 4, whole no. 28, July 1949

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"Yeh," the hag continued. "They're pretty hard on picture stars." She led Vera up the narrow stairs. I"m the landlady, live here myself, and I can tell you we've the very thing. It's merely fifty a month.
Vera scanned the apartment. Through a large window she could view a corner bar. How convenient! Anything would do for the nonce, while she looked the city over and saw what she could see. "I'll take it."
"I'm Mrs. Stein," the hag declared, as Vera started for the door. "If there's anythi--"

Vera screamed.

She couldn't help it. If she had seen the gruesome vision on a rainy night, she would have lost her reason.
Standing in the doorway, grinning like an idiot, with legs apart, head bent low and drooling, was Stanley.
"Purty lady . . . yuh so purty! Even purtier than Mummy."

"Wait outside, Stanley," said Mrs. Stein. "Aunt Nana will be with you in a minute." After the horrible brat had gone, Mrs. Stein whispered: "He's harmless, Miss Ketz; lives on the next floor with his father, George Danvers. Mother's been dead for five years. I warned her not to wear those spike heels with her condition. She wouldn't listen. Headstrong, but she loved Stanley. Mr. Danvers works in chemicals for our big concern, DuPont." Her widened eyes filled with moisture. "Appreciates me lookin' out for the little tyke, God love him! I wish I had one o' me own."
Vera made payment for the room, took the key and receipt, and started fr the corner bar. Going out the front door she almost collided with a well-dressed, middle-aged man just entering.

"Who are you?" asked Vera.
"George Danvers," grinned a line of false teeth. "I guess you'll be seeing a lot of me from now on."
George was right. A week later they were married.
There they lived in George's apartment. Vera and George -- and Stanley.

VERA was mother-like to Stanley. Yet she never noticed how he worshipped her kindness. Then, with the passing of a month, she couldn't bear the imbecillic child; especially when he brought home a half-dead bird, or a choice collection from the neighbors' trash bin, and put them on her furniture.
"I won't have it, Stanley! Take y'r junk out of here and wash y'r face. I've told you time and again you look like those dirty dead-end kids."
Vera would make this more impressive with a hard smack on his little head.
Occasionally, she'd pause after chastising Stanley; she'd hesitate with fear and bewilderment. Stanley, after a severe beating, would look up with that punished cur expression,h is eyes washed with tears, and murmur: "Mummy Vera yuh so purty ... so purty! No mad at Stanley?"
Before she'd give in to his oft-repeated compliments, she would see a dark shadow standing behind him.
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"Yeh," the hag continued. "They're pretty hard on picture stars." She led Vera up the narrow stairs. I"m the landlady, live here myself, and I can tell you we've the very thing. It's merely fifty a month. Vera scanned the apartment. Through a large window she could view a corner bar. How convenient! Anything would do for the nonce, while she looked the city over and saw what she could see. "I'll take it." "I'm Mrs. Stein," the hag declared, as Vera started for the door. "If there's anythi--" Vera screamed. She couldn't help it. If she had seen the gruesome vision on a rainy night, she would have lost her reason. Standing in the doorway, grinning like an idiot, with legs apart, head bent low and drooling, was Stanley. "Purty lady . . . yuh so purty! Even purtier than Mummy." "Wait outside, Stanley," said Mrs. Stein. "Aunt Nana will be with you in a minute." After the horrible brat had gone, Mrs. Stein whispered: "He's harmless, Miss Ketz; lives on the next floor with his father, George Danvers. Mother's been dead for five years. I warned her not to wear those spike heels with her condition. She wouldn't listen. Headstrong, but she loved Stanley. Mr. Danvers works in chemicals for our big concern, DuPont." Her widened eyes filled with moisture. "Appreciates me lookin' out for the little tyke, God love him! I wish I had one o' me own." Vera made payment for the room, took the key and receipt, and started fr the corner bar. Going out the front door she almost collided with a well-dressed, middle-aged man just entering. "Who are you?" asked Vera. "George Danvers," grinned a line of false teeth. "I guess you'll be seeing a lot of me from now on." George was right. A week later they were married. There they lived in George's apartment. Vera and George -- and Stanley. VERA was mother-like to Stanley. Yet she never noticed how he worshipped her kindness. Then, with the passing of a month, she couldn't bear the imbecillic child; especially when he brought home a half-dead bird, or a choice collection from the neighbors' trash bin, and put them on her furniture. "I won't have it, Stanley! Take y'r junk out of here and wash y'r face. I've told you time and again you look like those dirty dead-end kids." Vera would make this more impressive with a hard smack on his little head. Occasionally, she'd pause after chastising Stanley; she'd hesitate with fear and bewilderment. Stanley, after a severe beating, would look up with that punished cur expression,h is eyes washed with tears, and murmur: "Mummy Vera yuh so purty ... so purty! No mad at Stanley?" Before she'd give in to his oft-repeated compliments, she would see a dark shadow standing behind him. (7)