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Spacewarp, v. 5, issue 4, whole no. 28, July 1949
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IT DIDN'T appear to be much, maybe a wisp of vapor wafted from the street, a mist eddied from the Delaware River, or a sudden foggish haze blown from the railroads; but the eerie shadow struck, within her, responsive chill. Her finer senses told her: "It's there, it's waiting!" * * * "It's our third anniversary" said George. His graying hair was now a solid white. "Something for you." "Thank you, sweetheart," she said with practiced deception. She gazed at the diamonds and emeralds in her new dinner ring, and displayed her chiffon-velvet dress. Tiny brilliants also glittered from its shoulders. The imp stood near them, spoiling her pleasure. How she would have loved to push Stanley's body through the window, down three stories to the street! It might do some good. "Vera, baby!" George took her in his arms. (The dim-witted old fool). "I haven't done too badly. My stocks with Superior have hit the top. I'm worth forty thousand." "Congratulations, George! Shows what a smart husband I have." "No regrets?" he asked, his wrinkled face brushing hers. "None at all," she lied, reflecting the lights with her new dinner ring. "Want a new home? Our apartment must get mighty irksome." "Honey," she cooed, "wouldn't we be foolish to throw away that money? I don't need a new home; all I want is you." "Just as you say, Vera. We could send Stanley to a private school. I know of a good one..." She wondered: Was he getting wise? Had that monster of a brat told him anything? Or it might be Mrs.Stein that nosey old bag, always snooping her way around, pretending to like Stanley. A private school? Never! Something else to eat into their assets. It would take forty thousand to pave her return to Broadway. Then she'd show those lousy critics what a screen star could do. "George, Stanley and I couldn't do without one another. I need someone, while you're away, to fill my empty time." She hugged the darling idiot and caressed his egg-shaped head. And he drooled. Oh, God, how he drooled! Despite her affected smile, she wanted -- right now the urge was almost irresistable -- to take Stanley's head and smash it against the heavy furniture. Mahogany, yet. "Darling, you wouldn't take little Stanley from me, would you?" * * * REPEATED rappings sounded on the door. Stanley's shreiking was now much louder. Mrs. Stein opened the door, unbidden, and gave a moan of horror. Stanley crouched in the corner of the room, with his loose slack mouth; his brow was creased and his eyes protruded. Something over him w (8)
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IT DIDN'T appear to be much, maybe a wisp of vapor wafted from the street, a mist eddied from the Delaware River, or a sudden foggish haze blown from the railroads; but the eerie shadow struck, within her, responsive chill. Her finer senses told her: "It's there, it's waiting!" * * * "It's our third anniversary" said George. His graying hair was now a solid white. "Something for you." "Thank you, sweetheart," she said with practiced deception. She gazed at the diamonds and emeralds in her new dinner ring, and displayed her chiffon-velvet dress. Tiny brilliants also glittered from its shoulders. The imp stood near them, spoiling her pleasure. How she would have loved to push Stanley's body through the window, down three stories to the street! It might do some good. "Vera, baby!" George took her in his arms. (The dim-witted old fool). "I haven't done too badly. My stocks with Superior have hit the top. I'm worth forty thousand." "Congratulations, George! Shows what a smart husband I have." "No regrets?" he asked, his wrinkled face brushing hers. "None at all," she lied, reflecting the lights with her new dinner ring. "Want a new home? Our apartment must get mighty irksome." "Honey," she cooed, "wouldn't we be foolish to throw away that money? I don't need a new home; all I want is you." "Just as you say, Vera. We could send Stanley to a private school. I know of a good one..." She wondered: Was he getting wise? Had that monster of a brat told him anything? Or it might be Mrs.Stein that nosey old bag, always snooping her way around, pretending to like Stanley. A private school? Never! Something else to eat into their assets. It would take forty thousand to pave her return to Broadway. Then she'd show those lousy critics what a screen star could do. "George, Stanley and I couldn't do without one another. I need someone, while you're away, to fill my empty time." She hugged the darling idiot and caressed his egg-shaped head. And he drooled. Oh, God, how he drooled! Despite her affected smile, she wanted -- right now the urge was almost irresistable -- to take Stanley's head and smash it against the heavy furniture. Mahogany, yet. "Darling, you wouldn't take little Stanley from me, would you?" * * * REPEATED rappings sounded on the door. Stanley's shreiking was now much louder. Mrs. Stein opened the door, unbidden, and gave a moan of horror. Stanley crouched in the corner of the room, with his loose slack mouth; his brow was creased and his eyes protruded. Something over him w (8)
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