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ame to the crunch she was still the old Angelina。 I sighed and mounted the stairs with leaden feet。
And I felt even more of an unthinking fiend when I saw that she was crying。 〃Jim； you don't love me！〃 A classic gambit since the first woman in the garden； but still unanswerable。
〃I do；〃 I protested； and I meant it。 〃But； it's just 。 。 。 reflex。 Or something like that。 I love you； but marriage is； well； like going to prison。 And in all my crooked years I have never been sent up。〃
〃It is liberation； not captivity；〃 she said and did things with her makeup that removed the ravages of the tears。 I noticed for the first time that she had white lipstick on to match her white dress and a little white lacy kind of thing in her hair。
〃This is just like going swimming in cold water；〃 she said； standing and patting my cheek。 〃Get it over with quickly so you won't feel it。 Now roll down your pants and put those shoes on。〃
I did； but when I straightened up to answer this last fatuous argument I saw that the door had opened and that a Marriage Master and his two witnesses were standing in the next room。 She took my arm； gently； I'll say that for her； and at the same time the recorded strains of the mighty organ filled the air。 She tugged at my elbow。 I resisted for a moment； then lurched forward as a gray mist seemed to fall over my eyes。
When the darkness lifted the organ was bloating its dying notes； the door was closing behind the drafting backs and Angelina stopped admiring her ring…decorated finger long enough to raise her lips to mine。 I had barely enough strength of will left to kiss her first before I groaned。
There were a number of bottles on the sideboard and my twitching fingers stumbled through them to unerringly find a knobby flask of Syrian Panther Sweat； a potent beverage with such hideous aftereffects that its sale is forbidden on most civilized worlds。 A large tumbler of this was most efficacious； I could feel it doing me harm； and I poured a second one。 While I was doing this and immersed in my numbed thoughts a period of time must have passed because Angelinamy Angelina （suppressed groan）now stood before me dressed in slacks and sweater with our bags packed and waiting at her side。 Tie glass was plucked from my fingers。
〃Enough private whoopee；〃 she said； not unkindly。 〃We'll celebrate tonight but right now we have to move。 The marriage record will be filed at any moment and when our names hit the puter it's going to light up like a knocking shop on payday。 By now the police will have tied us in to most of the crimes of the past two months and will e slavering and baying after us。〃
〃Silence；〃 I ordered； swaying to my feet。 〃The image is a familiar one。 Get the car and we will leave。〃
I offered to help with the bags but by the time I municated this information she was halfway down the stairs with them。 With this encouragement I navigated the hazard and reached the door。 The car was outside humming with unleashed power； the side door open and Angelina at the wheel tapping her foot with equally unleashed impatience。 As I stumbled into it the first tentacles of reality penetrated my numbed cortex。 This car； like all otter ground cars on Kamata； was steam powered and the steam was generated by the bustion of a specie of peat bricks fed to the furnace by an ingenious and unnecessarily plicated device。 It took at least a half an hour to raise steam to get moving。 Angelina must have fired up before the wedding and planned every other step as well。 My solitary contribution to all this was a private drunk which had been very little aid at all。 I shuddered at what this meant； yet was still driven to the only possible conclusion。
〃Do you have a drive…right pill？〃 I asked； hoarsely。
It was in the palm of her hand even as I spoke。 Small； round； pink； with a black skull and crossbones on it。 A sobering invention of some mad chemist that worked like a metabolic vacuum cleaner。 Short minutes after hitting the hydrochloric acid pool of my stomach the ingredients would be doing a blitzkrieg attack through my bloodstream。 Not only does it remove all of the alcohol but strips away all of the side products associated with drinking as well； so that the pitiful subject is instantly cold sober and painfully aware of it。
〃I can't take it without water；〃 I mumbled； blinking at the plastic cup in her other hand。 There was no turning back。 With a last happy shudder I flipped the deadly thing into the back of my throat and drained the cup。
They say it doesn't take long； but that is an objective time。 Subjective was hours。 It is a most unusual experience and difficult to describe。 Imagine if you will what it feels like to take the nozzle of a cold water hose in your mouth and then to have the water turned on。 And then； an instant later； to have the water gushing in great streams from every orifice of your body； including the pores； until you are flushed pletely clean。
〃Wow；〃 I said weakly； sitting up and dabbing at my forehead with my handkerchief。 The houses of a small village rushed by and were replaced by farmlands。 Angelina drove with calm efficiency and the boiler chunked merrily as it ate another brick of peat。
〃Feeling better； I hope？〃 She dived into a traffic circle and left it by a different road with only a quick glimpse at the map。 〃The alarm is out for us； army； navy； everything。 I've been listening to their mand radio。〃
〃Are we going to get away？〃
〃I doubt itnot unless you e up with some bright idea very quickly。 They have a solid ring with aerial cover around the area and are tightening it。〃
I was still recovering from the heroic treatment of the drive…right pill and had not collected all my wits。 There was a direct connection from my muddled thoughts to my vocal cords that had no intervening censor of intelligence。
〃A great start to marriage。 If this is what it is like no wonder I have been avoiding it all these years。〃
The car swung off the road and shuddered to a stop in the deep grass under a row of blue…leaved trees。 Angelina was out； had slammed the door and was reaching for her bag before I had time to react。 I tried to tell her。
〃I'm a fool 。 。 。〃
〃Then I'm a fool too for marrying you。〃 She was dry eyed and cold of voice with all of her emotions strictly under control。 〃I tricked you and trapped you into marriage because it was what I thought you really wanted。 I was wrong； so it is going to end right now before it really gets started。 I'm sorry； Jim。 You made an entirely new life for me and thought I could make one for you。 It has been fun knowing you。 Thank you and good…by。〃
By the time she had finished； my thoughts had congealed into something roughly resembling their normal shape and I was weak but ready。 I was out of the car before she had finished talking and standing in front of her； blocking her way； holding her most gently by the arms。
〃Angelina； I will tell you this but once and probably never again the rest of my life。 So listen well and remember。 At one time I was the best crook in the galaxy； before I was conned into the Special Corps to help catch other erodes。 And I caught you。 Not only were you a crook but a mastermind criminal as well and a cheerfully sadistic murderess。 〃 I felt her body shiver in my hands and held her tighter。 〃It has to be said； because that is what you were。 You aren't any more。 You had reasons to be that way and the reasons have been removed and some unhappy quirks in your otherwise pristine cortex have been straightened out。 And now I love you。 But I want to remember that I loved you even then during your unreconstructed days； which is saying a lot。 So if I buck at the harness now； or am difficult to deal with in the mornings； just remember that and make allowances。 Is it a deal？〃
It apparently was。 She dropped the bagon my toe； but I dared not flinchand wrapped her arms around me and was kissing me and knocked me over into the deep grass and I had a jolly time kissing her right back。 The newlywed effect I suppose you would call it； great fun 。 。 。
We froze； rigid； as a pair of flywheel cycles moaned and skidded to a stop by our car。 Only the police used these since they move a good deal faster than the peat…powered steamers。 They are tricycle affairs with a great heavy flywheel encased between the rear wheels。 They plugged them in at night so their motor…generators could run the flywheel up to top speed。 During the day the flywheel generated electricity to drive the motors in each wheel。 Very efficient and smog…free。 Very dangerous。
〃This is the car； Fodder！〃 one of the police shouted out over the constant moan of the flywheels。
〃I'll call it in。 They can't have gone far。 We sure have them trapped now！〃
Nothing infuriates me like the bland assurances of petty officials。 Oh yes； really trapped now。 I growled deep in my throat as the other uniformed inpetent poked his nose around the car and gaped at our cozy cuddle in the grass。 He was still gaping when I lunged an arm up and around his neck with a tight squeeze on his throat and pulled him down to join us。 It was fun to watch his tongue e out and his eyes pop and his head turn red but Angelina spoiled it。