Authentic Science Fiction, December 1951 — page 104: what you’re looking at

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102. THE MOON IS HEAVEN Suddenly your courage comes back. You put down the bag of snow and lead Reina a little way away from the deposit. Then you get down on your knees and scrape your- finger in the thick Moon-dust on the bottom of the crevice, shining your lamp so that Reina can see what you’re doing. When you've finished, you hear a little gasp from her over the radio. You wonder if you’ve torn it. Then she drops to her knee beside you and scrapes her finger in the dust. She scrapes just one word: YES. It’s all you wanted to know. You take her into your arms and press her tightly.” Then you gather up the snow and return to the dome.’ You start to wonder how long those words will stay there, undisturbed by wind and weather, possibly undisturbed by the next expedition, they could remain there for eternity. The ultimate question, the ultimate answer to all the world’s: problems: WILL YOU MARRY ME? _ YES. Atah calls you early the next day and reminds you that, this is blast-off day. A surge of excitement runs through you, and dispels every vestige of tiredness you felt immediately! on waking. It’s the same with the others. You are all up and aboat with much more speed and enthusiasm than usual. Reina prepares breakfast. And it’s a fine breakfast, too. There's no sense in leaving good food behind on the Moon, and you won’t be needing any on the trip back to Earth, so she fetches everything out of her larder and if it’s at all applicable to breakfast, she uses it anyway. Then you all make the best of the finest meal you’ve had since landing. Something that will keep you going untit someone presents you with steak and chips on Earth. After that there are all the preparations. The mathe have to be taken back to the control room—your job, that Various other things have to be stowed away. The carbon copy of your reports has to be left in a conspicuous position comicbooks.com