Make Room Make Room by Harry Harrison

Author:Harry Harrison [Harrison, Harry]
Format: epub, pdf
Published: 2010-05-14T12:45:47.856000+00:00

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It had been strange climbing the stairway in the dark, sweeping the light over the sleeping figures on

the stairs while Andy carried the bags up behind her. His friend Sol had been asleep, and they had

gone quietly through his room into Andy's. The bed was just big enough for both of them and she had

been tired and curled up with her head on his shoulder and slept so soundly that she didn't even know

it when he had gotten up, dressed and left. She awoke to see the sun streaming through the window

onto the foot of the bed and, when she kneeled with her elbows on the windowsill, she smelt the

clean, fresh-washed air; the only time the city was ever like this was after a rainstorm. With all the

dust and soot washed away it was wonderfully clear, and she could see the sharp-edged buildings of

Bellevue rising above the lower jumble of tar-black roofs and stained brick walls. And the heat was

gone, vanished with the rain, that was the best part. She yawned pleasurably and turned back to look

at the room.

Just what you would expect from a bachelor, neat enough—but as empty of charm as an old shoe.

There was a thin patina of dust on everything, but that was probably her fault since Andy certainly

had not been spending much time here of late. If she could get some paint somewhere, a coat of it

wouldn't do that dresser any harm. It couldn't have been more gouged and nicked if it had been in a

landslide. At least there was a full-length mirror, cracked but still good, and a wardrobe to hang her

things in. There was nothing to complain about, really, a little brightening up and the room would be

nice. And get rid of those million spider webs on the ceiling.

A water tank with a faucet was on the partition wall next to the door, and when she turned it on, a

thin brownish stream tinkled into the basin that was fixed on brackets beneath it. It had the sharp

chemical smell that she had almost forgotten, since all the water in Chelsea Park was run through

expensive filters. There didn't seem to be any soap here but she splashed water on her face and rinsed

her hands, and was drying them on the tattered towel that hung next to the tank when a clanking,

squealing sound came through the partition in front of her. She couldn't imagine what it possibly

could be, though it was obviously coming from the room next door where Sol lived. Something of his

was making the noise, and it hadn't started until after he heard her moving around and running the

water, which was nice of him. It also meant that, as far as sound went, this room had as much privacy

as a birdcage. Well, that couldn't be helped. She brushed her hair, put on the same dress she had worn

the night before, then added just a touch of makeup. When she was ready she took a deep breath and

opened the door.

"Good morning—" she said, and could think of nothing else to say, but just stood there in the

doorway, trying not to gape.

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