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"Let Papa tiss it!" "You try it once!" "Sh-sh! Ma says not so much noise!" hissed Mary Lou, from the floor above, where she had been summoned some hours ago, "Alfie's just dropped off!" On Monday a new life began for Susan Brown.
Alfred lost one position after another because he drank, and Ma, upon whose father's table wine had been quite a matter of course, could not understand why a little too much drinking should be taken so seriously by Alfie's employers, and why they could not give the boy another and another, and another chance. Ma never alluded, herself, to this little weakness of Alfie's.
"What's this?" he indicated the paper in Alfie's hand. "By the sheerest of coincidences I happen to have a copy of your new assignment!" replied Alfie. Tom, Roger, and Astro looked at each other in surprise. "Well, come on, spaceman," urged Roger. "Give us the inside info. Where are we going?" Alfie tucked the paper in his inside pocket and faced Roger.
Now and then Alfie would grasp Tom or Astro by the arm and point a wavering finger at a moving animal below, then gasp and fall back white-faced into his seat. While Tom was inclined to share Alfie's reactions, Astro took it in stride, having been exposed to the dangers of wild jungles on his own Venus.
The women of his family called Alfred nothing more unkind than "unfortunate," and endured the drunkenness, the sullen aftermath, the depression while a new job was being found, and Alfie's insufferable complacency when the new job was found, with tireless patience and gentleness. Mary Lou carried Alfie's breakfast upstairs to his bed, on Sunday mornings, Mrs.
"It's always all right," said Ella, broadly, to Susan. In the autumn Susan went home for a week, for the Lancaster family was convulsed by the prospect of Alfie's marriage to a little nobody whose father kept a large bakery in the Mission, and Susan was needed to brace Alfred's mother for the blow.
Oh, my God, what will we do!" Susan plunged her hand in a tall pitcher for a lump of ice and wrapped it in a napkin. A moment later she knelt by her aunt's side. The sufferer gave a groan at the touch of ice, but a moment later she caught Susan's wrist feverishly and muttered "Good!" "Make all these fools go upstairs!" said Alfie's wife in a fierce whisper.
More than once he had seen Major Connel rage against the underweight cadet and become even more frustrated at his childlike resistance. It had helped Tom forget the empty feeling he experienced every time he called the radar deck and heard Alfie's mild voice instead of Roger's usual mocking answer.
In the short while since Alfie's arrival and the week since Roger's disappearance there hadn't been time to forget their old unit-mate and get accustomed to a new personality. Astro sensed Tom's feelings and irritably banged one hamlike fist into the other. Alfie was O.K., thought the big Venusian, but by the craters of Luna, he wasn't Roger. "Attention attention!" The intercom crackled into life.
"How are all of them?" she presently asked, after an interval, in which Alfie's moaning and the hoarse deep voice of Mary Lord upstairs had been the only sounds. "Pretty good. Joe's working now, the little darling!" "Joe is! What at?" "She's in an architect's office, Huxley and Huxley. It's a pretty good job, I guess." "But, Billy, doesn't that seem terrible?
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