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Fan, issue 2, July 1945
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36 "Ric. It would make me feel a lot better if you'd tell me one thing." "What?" "That you love me." "All right, Myra. I love you." She shook her head."Kiss me and then say it again." He sighed, and did so. And this time the words were convincing enough even for Myra. "But I can't imagine what happened to Francine!" she said a moment later, looking about the roof. "She never failed me before!" "Myra, that's what I wanted to tell you. There's been a terrible mistake!" Briefly he tolk her what had happened. "Poor Francine," she said when he had finished. "I would hate to lose her." "No more than I'd hate to lose Herman!" "Do you suppose they'll come back? Ric, did you give Herman instructions?" "Yes, of course I did. But now . . . he may not. Somehow I have a funny feeling. You see, Herman has one improvement: a miniature recording system whereby he'll repeat my words at a specified time. And Myra -- I remembered something, and I gave Herman six words to say to you a few hours from now. I thought you might be angry, and those words would take the edge off." "What were they?" He told her, and she smiled. "Oh, that's nice! But I wouldn't worry about them. I'm sure they'll come back." But she was wrong. They never came back. Far out over the ocean a clouded sky was clearing, and the trim little launch sped high above the moon-path on the water. Herman sat in the control seat staring straight ahead, and Francine sat very still beside him. Herman leaned slightly forward -- and as he did so, there came a squeak of new metal. At this unexpected sound Francine turned her head suddenly and looked at him. As she did so, her hand fell to her side and struck against the seat with a little metallic clang. At this unexpected sound, Herman turned his head suddenly and looked at her. And at that very instant the six words Ric
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36 "Ric. It would make me feel a lot better if you'd tell me one thing." "What?" "That you love me." "All right, Myra. I love you." She shook her head."Kiss me and then say it again." He sighed, and did so. And this time the words were convincing enough even for Myra. "But I can't imagine what happened to Francine!" she said a moment later, looking about the roof. "She never failed me before!" "Myra, that's what I wanted to tell you. There's been a terrible mistake!" Briefly he tolk her what had happened. "Poor Francine," she said when he had finished. "I would hate to lose her." "No more than I'd hate to lose Herman!" "Do you suppose they'll come back? Ric, did you give Herman instructions?" "Yes, of course I did. But now . . . he may not. Somehow I have a funny feeling. You see, Herman has one improvement: a miniature recording system whereby he'll repeat my words at a specified time. And Myra -- I remembered something, and I gave Herman six words to say to you a few hours from now. I thought you might be angry, and those words would take the edge off." "What were they?" He told her, and she smiled. "Oh, that's nice! But I wouldn't worry about them. I'm sure they'll come back." But she was wrong. They never came back. Far out over the ocean a clouded sky was clearing, and the trim little launch sped high above the moon-path on the water. Herman sat in the control seat staring straight ahead, and Francine sat very still beside him. Herman leaned slightly forward -- and as he did so, there came a squeak of new metal. At this unexpected sound Francine turned her head suddenly and looked at him. As she did so, her hand fell to her side and struck against the seat with a little metallic clang. At this unexpected sound, Herman turned his head suddenly and looked at her. And at that very instant the six words Ric
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