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(from Ad Infinitum: Oct. 1944)
"Does Weinstein live here?" I asked.
The comely maid who answered the door
assured me he did. "May I see him?"
"He's not home right now. But if you
would care to wait ..."
I thanked her and followed her to the
study. There, making myself comfortable,
I browsed through his famed collection
of priceless stf mags. I settled down to
read a story I had heard much about, but
before I had finished the third page, a
handsome cleancut man walked in.
"Mr. Weinstein?" I asked.
"No," he answered, "I'm a friend of Al's. In town over the weekend. Name's Kennedy. Joe Kennedy."
"JOE?" I shouted, "Joe Kennedy! I'm Walt Kessel. You remember. COSMIC DUST." The last two words got him. Who could forget that ... uh ... that.
"Walt. Well, I'll be higgergiggered. I've always hoped you could get up here sometime.
""But wait. You don't know Al. Personally, that is. I had better ward you so that you won't be too startled when he appears." He bent over and whispered into my ear. When he finished my eyes were bulging like a stf artist's BEM.
"No!" I gasped, "It can't be! Not Al. How could ..." Before I could finish there was a sound and I whirled to face ... AL WEINSTEIN! It was just as Kennedy had said. My heart pounded, my brain fogged, and I was about to collapse. I managed however to gain control of myself and stare at the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. ALICE WEINSTEIN!
I gulped. "Al." I gulped again. And then again dizziness played at my brain and this time I went all the way.
* * * * * * *
When I awoke my head was in Al's lap. She was holding my head as I lay there unconscious and now as I gazed into her big blue eyes I knew I was in love. But first some explanation. "The maid who answered the door said he!" I managed to gasp. "Why?"
She smiled down at me. "She must have been referring to my father. He's also Al."
"Oh," I wheezed. Then, being able to stand it no longer, I sat up and pressed my lips to hers. She responded as I hoped she would, but I had not counted on Kennedy. He tore at me like a wild cat, hissing and snarling. Before I could cry out his hands were around my throat and my breath started coming out in gasps. The walls grew hazy and then blacked out entirely. My legs buckled and I knew no more.
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Even as I write this I hear the pallbearers coming to take me away, so I must stop writing like a good little corpse and go to my new home --- the grave!
Data entry by Judy Bemis
Hard copy provided by Geri Sullivan
Data entry by Judy Bemis
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