Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 72 — page 133: what you’re looking at

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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION He pressed the button again. Incredulous that it still did not respond to his signal, he tried once more. His wife bounced half out of the seat, glaring back at him. “Quit playing with that thing, Chester. You'll have the neighbours thinking you are showing off.” “Told me he had fixed it proper,” muttered Schultz, still unable to believe his surprise had fallen so fiat. “Fixed what?’ demanded his wife. “Sure he fixed it. The loudest darn tooter this side.of Boston. Quit jazzing the thing.” “But he said he fixed it,” persisted Schultz doggedly, “this afternoon.” “Well, he didn’t do it very well.’ She sniffed disdainfully. **Fixed what, anyhow ?”’ “The door.” He pointed ruefully at the garage. “Should open when [ sound the horn. Tuned, the man said. Should open at once.” The explana- tion was as wretched as he felt. His wife strode around to his side of the car, favoured the garage door with a wither- 132 ing glance and reached inside. She jabbed the button with her palm and kept on pressing it. Sound filled the back yard and flooded out into the adjoining property. Above the noise he could hear her saying, in a very determined voice: “If it is supposed to open, then it is going to open, and fast, or we'll have everyone round here wanting to know what all the racket is about.” And then it moved. Slowly at first, it rose a couple of inches and then started to cant outward at the foot, the top beginning to curve away toward the ceiling. “There, what did I tell you?” she declared triumph- antly. “It works O.K. You did not try hard enough.” She glanced disdainfully at her husband and turned to observe the smooth action as the door tilted and slid out of sight. ‘Sure is dandy, yeah. I guess I’m goin’ to like it. Say... what’s that in there?” Schultz squinted through the evening sunshine into the shadowed interior. “‘Just some trash the men left, I guess, when they left,” he suggested comicbooks.cony