Ace by Vol 05 No 01 1961-b

Author:Vol 05 No 01 1961-b
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subdued, pale lights of the room. “Just an accident, of course,” she was saying, the leg like a lovely, purple metronome. “I had been getting undressed, ready for bed, and I put out the light and was just about to pull the sheets back, when I glanced up and there you were. Very startling. I mean, you were standing directly in the middle of the window, in your—towel. You’d forgotten to pull down the shade.” North found his voice. “You mean you were sitting in bed and looking across—” “The first night, as I say, it was just an accident. I mean, the shade just happened to be up and you just happened to be coming out of the shower into the bedroom, and I just happened to be glancing over there, and—” The quiet, soft voice trailed off. “You said the first night,” North pointed out. “Does that mean that—” Maria smiled, warmingly, ingenuously. “As you’ll see when we get to the bedroom—to fix the shade?— my bed is right in line with your window. Once I got undressed and into bed and your light came on— well, unless you pulled the shade, I actually couldn’t help but—and you never did pull the shade. It’s been three—or is it four?—nights now.” Her voice sounded almost scolding. North could sense that he had been very negligent about pulling the shade. North watched Maria smile gently and swing her leg slowly, then got up and headed for the room with the broken shade. She stood very close to him as he reached for the shade’s cord. The bedroom was warm and fragrant and North felt the screw driver slide in his moist hand. He felt the wisp of her breath on his neck as he reached up for the cord and brushed against her with his elbow. He tugged at the cord. The shade rolled down, clicking smoothly on its roller, moving easily in his hand. North turned to Maria. broken,” he said, carefully. “It’s not?” she replied, her voice full of wonder and surprise. “You mean, it’s been working all this time, all this week? All I had to do was pull it down?” North reached the three inches that separated them and felt the cool smoothness of the orchid jersey. After a long, quiet time, North heard Maria breathe softly toward his ear. He distinguished the words from the warmth. “Would you mind pulling down the shade? You never know who might be looking in.” “It’s not THE ART OF BEING INSULTING (Continued from page 16) “he was\so dumb he crawled under the swinging doors of saloons for three years before he found out they swung both ways” were Mizner creations. Chewing on a tough steak in a Broadway eatery, Mizner cracked: “T’ve had better steaks for good behavior.” He once said to a particularly obnoxious radio personality, “If you don’t get off the air, I’m going to’ stop breathing it.” Most of the present day insult specialists, unlike

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