Марсианские хроники

           "Doesn’thekillyou,now?"Thefilmended."Runitoffagain,"shecommanded."Again?"heasked."Again,"shesaid.Andwhenhereturnedshesnuggledupandputherpawsalloverhim."You’renotquitewhatIexpected,butyou’renice,"sheadmitted."Thanks,"hesaid,swallowing."Oh,thatGable,"shesaid,andpinchedhisleg."Ouch,"hesaid.

           Afterthefilmtheywentshoppingdownthesilentstreets.Shebrokeawindowandputonthebrightestdressshecouldfind.Dumpingaperfumebottleonherhair,sheresembledadrownedsheepdog."Howoldareyou?"heinquired."Guess."Dripping,sheledhimdownthestreet."Oh,thirty,"hesaid."Well,"sheannouncedstiffly,"I’monlytwenty-seven,sothere!"

           "Here’sanothercandystore!"shesaid."Honest,I’veledthelifeofReillysinceeverythingexploded.Ineverlikedmyfolks,theywerefools.TheyleftforEarthtwomonthsago.Iwassupposedtofollowonthelastrocket,butIstayedon;youknowwhy?"

           "Why?"

           "Becauseeveryonepickedonme.SoIstayedwhereIcouldthrowperfumeonmyselfalldayanddrinktenthousandmaltsandeatcandywithoutpeoplesaying,«Oh,that’sfullofcalories!»SohereIam!"

           "Hereyouare."Waltershuthiseyes.

           "It’sgettinglate,"shesaid,lookingathim.

           "Yes."

           "I’mtired,"shesaid.

           "Funny.I’mwideawake."

           "Oh,"shesaid.

           "Ifeellikestayingupallnight,"hesaid."Say,there’sagoodrecordatMike’s.Comeon,I’llplayitforyou."

           "I’mtired."