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She cooks like a dream and she always brings me my pipe and slippers. As they say, there’s nothing a man likes more than to be appreciated.
A hundred per cent appreciated, with a factory guarantee to correct any slippage, which would only be temporary, anyhow.
One of these days, we’ll take that second honeymoon. But I think we’ll go to Hawaii.
Doorstep, by Keith Laumer
Steadying his elbow on the kitchen table serving as desk, Brigadier General Straut leveled his binoculars and stared out through the second-floor window of the farmhouse at the bulky object lying canted at the edge of the wood lot. He watched the figures moving over and around the gray mass, then flipped the lever on the field telephone at his elbow.
“How are your boys doing, Major?”
“General, since that box this morning—”
“I know all about the box, Bill. So does Washington by now. What have you got that’s new?”
“Sir, I haven’t got anything to report yet. I have four crews on it, and she still looks impervious as hell.”
“Still getting the sounds from inside?”