Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 43 — page 103: what you’re looking at

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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION how damned silly and futile all that gush was—Walter was an undemonstrative type, and not much given to the paying of pretty compliments; but that didn’t mean that there was anything wrong with the paying of compliments. Walter just didn’t understand how a woman appreciated such things. A woman liked to be flattered and made a fuss of. She liked to be complimented delicately on her appearance; and how could you resist the yearning in the eyes of a man who obviously still loved you and longed for you? There were even moments— she shivered at the- disloyal thought, but it was rather a delicious shiver—when she wished she had married Simon instead of Walter. No, perhaps that wasn’t altogether true. But it would be nice to have a little affair with Simon. Nothing too serious, of course. As long as she still loved Walter, you couldn’t say she was really being unfaithful. Not really. She blushed and looked down at her hands, folded demurely in her lap. Simon came and curled up at her feet. He was too adorable. He could do a thing like that without looking in the least self-conscious or awkward. He murmured: “‘Come out. with me tomorrow evening.” “Oh, I don’t know... I mean...” “Walter won’t mind,” said Simon in a louder voice. “After all, he doesn’t appre- ciate you as he ought to. I’ve always said that you don’t appreciate her, haven’t I, Walter ?” ““Yes,”’ said Walter, placidly. “And you don’t mind if I go out with Simon for the even- ing?’’ asked Barbara, staring at him. He smiled at her. “I shall be torn apart with jealousy,” he said with a smooth gal- lantry that struck a chill to her heart, “‘but I know that right will triumph in the end. I shall be waiting for you 102 connicloooks.Ccom