Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 43 — page 123: what you’re looking at

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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION about people like us? This is none of your business. Don’t meddle in the affairs of your betters.” “Why, you superior little bitch!’’ Lania slapped her damp towel across JoAnn’s face, and when Mary rushed in the two of them were screaming and pulling each other’s hair. Mary broke it up. She sent JoAnn home and banished Lania to the walk-in re- frigerator. ““Make sandwiches for to- night,” she said. “And cool off.” Mary Hell took out a dry towel and finished polishing the glasses. She felt less and less like her nickname, and more and more like a grand- mother, with grown-up grand- children who needed dis- ciplining. LIEUTENANT Jeffrey Cole crumpled up the letter and threw it across the room. Then he picked it up, smoothed it out and read it again. It was from JoAnn. 122 It said a lot of hysterical things, but the gist of it leaped up at him out of the last paragraphs: “7 still love you, Jeff, and you must know this is why I came to Mars and took this terrible job. I want you back. So does your son, who does not have your name. Youve got to marry me so I can hold my head up again with my family. And because I love you so much I have lost all my pride. I know that you must love me, remembering everything. We _ belong together, you and I and little Jeff. Meet me tonight so we can talk.” It was signed: “‘Helplessly, JoAnn D. Cole.” JoAnn, typically had a P.S.: “Tf you do not meet me I will go to your father and tell him everything. I know him for a gentleman who will see right done. His blood is your blood, and our son’s, and I am sure that we will be happy at last if you will forget your pride, as I have mine, and come to me.” Tell the old man, would she? JoAnn Cole, was it? Had comicloooks.con™