День триффидов
A Light in the Night
‘Whenwesetoffagain,therewasacomfortingsenseofsupporttobederivedfromseveralexcellenttriffidguns,somethousandsoflittlesteelboomerangsforthem,andsomewire-meshhelmetsthatwebadloadedintotheback.
"Andnow—clothes?"suggestedJosellaaswestarted.
"Provisionalplan,opentocriticismandcorrection,"Itoldher."First,whatyoumightcallapied-A-verre;i.e.,some-wheretopullourselvestogetheranddiscussthings."
"Notanotherbar,"sheprotested."I’vehadquiteenoughofbarsforoneday."
"Improbablethoughmyfriendsmightthinkit—witheverythingfree—sohaveI,"Iagreed."WhatIwasthinkingofwasanemptyapartment.Thatshouldn’tbedifficulttofind.Wecouldeaseupthereawhile,andsettletheroughplanofcampaign.Also,itwouldbeconvenientforspendingthenight—or,ifyoufindthatthetrammelsofconventionstilldefythepeculiarcircumstances,well,maybewecouldmakeittwoapartments."
"IthinkI’dbehappiertoknowtherewassomeonecloseathand."
"Okay,"Iagreed."ThenOperationNumberTwowillbeladies’andgents’outfitting.Forthatperhapswehadbettergoourseparateways—bothtakingexceedinglygoodcarenottoforgetwhichapartmentitwasthatwedecidedon,"
"Y-es,"shesaid,butalittledoubtfully.
"It’llbeallright,"Iassuredher."Makearuleforyourselfnottospeaktoanyone,andnobody’sgoingtoguessyoucansee.Itwasonlybeingquiteunpreparedthatlandedyouinthatmessbefore.
