Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 41 — page 117: what you’re looking at

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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION There hadn’t been a case of that for years. And she’d taken her pills just like the rest of them. Still, she mused, if Id lived in those days I wouldn’t have minded the sickness. Not much anyway. Just as I won’t mind getting big. [ll like it. I'll be pleased and proud. She sighed with content- ment and slipped her plate towards the incinerator slot in the centre of the table. *““What’s the matter?’ Mike asked, sharply. ““Why don’t you eat your breakfast?” “I’ve had enough,’ she answered, lazily. “I guess I’m just not hungry.” Mike was staring at’ her, hard. “Eat it!” “Well, see here now. I’m not going to starve the child, but there’s no reason why I shouldn’t miss breakfast once in a while. The doctor doesn’t make a point of it a “No, but I do!” She caught her breath. He’d acted a bit like this yesterday. ““Mike—what is it? What’s on your mind?” “All right. If I tell you, will you eat it?” 116 “Yes, of course I will, darling. Anything you say. But what’s the matter?” ““Well—I guess it’s near enough time now——”_ * “Time? What time? If you’re talking about the baby, you know as well as I do that it’s a good six months——” **Ah, that’s what youthink!”’ “Mike! What do you mean?” | “Just this, darling. I haven’t told you how things are going at the lab lately. You didn’t seem to want to know.” ** Yes, go on.” ““Well——_”_ he said, ex- ultantly, “we’ve been doing all right!” It sank in. Slowly. He’s succeeded . . . but he didn’t rush home to tell you... there’s more toit... = And suddenly Amuri knew. She was staring at the golden mound of eggs, funny-tasting eggs; the drop of reddish amber juice in the glass; juice ‘that seemed sweet yet left a bitter taste on the tongue... “Mike! You haven’t—you couldn’t have been feeding me the same stuff!” “Why not?” “That’s why things’ve been comicoooks.conhn *