Authentic Science Fiction Monthly, No. 51 — page 47: what you’re looking at

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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION They went past the Grey, who watched them go. Warren’ kissed Deborah once more before they reached the station, and then looked back. Deborah wrong?” “Nothing. Nothing, I pose. But...” “Well?” “IT ought to make another attempt to get in touch with Judith.” “I thought you’d forgotten her?” said Deborah, with a touch of asperity. “I ought not to have given up so easily. “Are you getting boca with me?” He looked down into the perfection of her face as they stood on the brightness of the platform. “You know I’m not. But it makes me feel rather ashamed—getting so much out of life that I’ve just let go of Judith.” “She wouldn’t see you, would she? She didn’t want to. That’s enough, surely?” “That was the message I said: ‘“‘What’s sup- 9) got. But how do I know it’s true?” They did not say much as the train sped back towards the city. But when they approached Deborah’s home, he was impelled to say : “How do you feel about your father? Don’t you ever . well, wonder ?” “He’s, forgotten me,” she sald, “and glad to do it. I’m trying to forget him. I’ve just put up a wall. I don’t intend to fret about it.” Warren shook his head. When they parted, he knew that Deborah was annoyed by his abstraction; but once he had begun to think about Judith, he could not put her out of his mind. The view- point had _ imperceptibly altered: originally he had planned on receiving infor- mation from her so that he could understand what the Greys were up to; now his feeling was, incongruously, one of responsibility towards her. The message he had been given was almost cer- tainly a fake. Judith had comiclooks.cormn