Pulp Fiction, 1956 · page 132 of 162
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REPLY DEFERRED on her face when he sounded the horn. The nine notes, tuned and synchronised to an audio lock on his garage, would trigger off a motor and, wham—the door would lift and slide out of sight under the ceiling. No more mussing up of shoes or getting soaked on a wet night. He liked it—so would Loise. It would appeal to her sense of rightness. Schultz drove slowly down the street towards their house. It was early yet and many of their neighbours were ‘potter- ing around their gardens or just talking over the fence. Heads turned unhurriedly as they rolled past. Loise was smiling and waving to some- one. Across the street, Ed Sommers looked up and dropped the shears he was using. Schultz waved to him cheerfully and grinned. He was so gratified at the blank expression of wonder on Ed’s face, he nearly missed their drive. He negotiated the pair of cedars like giant gate-posts, after some rapid wheel turn- ing, and they were home. The wide tyres brushed the gravel in a most gratifying manner and Schultz braced himself for the climax. The moment was upon them. Loise did not know anything about the audio lock yet. He had had it fixed while she was in town shopping this afternoon. His spirits were at zenith and he was enjoying himself im- mensely. ‘“‘Now, honey,” he said excitedly, ‘“‘just you watch ahead. Keep your eyes on that garage door.” He brought the car to a standstill. ‘“‘Watching?’”’ He turned to see her already alighting. ‘“"No, Loise, sit still.” He had his finger poised over the horn button. ““Now,”’ he declared triumphantly. The notes chimed out. In the enclosed space behind the house, the sound was arrest- ing. Loise flinched, but her expression did not change. Schultz had been studying her face for the expected reaction. When the glow of her recent triumph began to fade, he knew something was wrong, and he glanced at the garage door. It was still firmly shut. 131 comiclooolkks.com