Pulp Fiction, 1956 · page 138 of 162
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REPLY DEFERRED professional interest, for this was some kind of machine—a machine in fact of most extra- ordinary design. He could not begin to imagine what its function might be, or its possible use. Curiosity over- came discretion. He stepped forward. **Hi there, Loise, Chester. Nice little buggy you got there. What’s the gadget you have in the garage? Never seen one .. .” The words trailed off as he studied their faces. Sheer panic and para- lysed horror had frozen their features into queer grins. They seemed to be unaware of his presence. He leaned into the car. “Say, what has gotten into you two?” Very slowly, they turned to face him, the horror melting gradually away, but not the fright in their eyes. -““W—w—what is it?’’ hissed Loise hysterically. She was still clutching her husband and glanced apprehensively back at the garage. “Thought you could tell me,’ began Ed Sommers, his assurance and interest in the queer machine taking on another quality. ““Didn’t you have it put there this after- noon? Clare said as how some men were working around here for a couple of hours.” “Fixing an audio lock on the door,” Schultz said jerkily. ‘Nothing else. Thought it was some trash they’d left. Then it sort of moved.” He shook his head perplexedly and seemed to take comfort from his friend’s presence. ““Glad you stepped over, Ed.” He was recovering his poise quickly. “‘Guess we better have a look.” Loise let out a queer little whinney and grabbed at his sleeve. ““No. Don’t go near it. It’s alive I tell you. Chester, I absolutely refuse .. .’’ But he had slid along the seat and was getting out the other side. He gave Sommers a nervous grin and they both faced the garage. “‘Chester.”’ The tone of his wife’s appeal was harsh with apprehension. “Don’t touch it.” “O.K., honey, I won't. We'll just take a look see.”’ Together, they moved cau- tiously toward the thing lurk- 13/7 conmmiclooolkks.com