Человек в высоком замке

           Why?

           Shrugging,Joesaid,"I’mtiredofbeingawop."Thatwasallhewouldsay;herefusedtodiscussitastheyenteredamen’sclothingstoreandbeganshoppingforhim.

           TheyboughthimanicelytailoredsuitofoneofDuPont’snewsyntheticfibers,Dacron.Andnewsocks,underwear,andapairofstylishsharp-toedshoes.Whatnow?Julianathought.Shirts.Andties.SheandtheclerkpickedouttwowhiteshirtswithFrenchcuffs,severaltiesmadeinFrance,andapairofsilvercufflinks.Ittookonlyfortyminutestodoalltheshoppingforhim;shewasastonishedtofinditsoeasy,comparedtoherown.

           Hissuit,shethought,shouldbealtered.ButagainJoehadbecomerestless;hepaidthebillwiththeReichsbanknoteswhichhecarried.Iknowsomethingelse,Julianarealized.Anewbillfold.Sosheandtheclerkpickedoutablackalligatorbillfoldforhim,andthatwasthat.Theyleftthestoreandreturnedtothecar;itwasfour-thirtyandtheshopping—atleastasfarasJoewasconcerned—wasover.

           "Youdon’twantthewaistlinetakeninalittle?"sheaskedJoeashedroveoutintodowntownDenvertraffic."Onyoursuit—"

           "No."Hisvoice,brusqueandimpersonal,startledher.

           "What’swrong?DidIbuytoomuch?"Iknowthat’sit,shesaidtoherself;Ispentmuchtoomuch."Icouldtakesomeoftheskirtsback."

           "Let’seatdinner,"hesaid.

           "OhGod,"sheexclaimed."IknowwhatIdidn’tget.Nightgowns."

           Heglaredatherferociously.

           "Don’tyouwantmetogetsomenicenewpajamas?"shesaid.