Harry glanced at her. "It's not a log cabin in the woods," he said. "But maybe you'll like it anyway...."
"What ... is it, dear...."
"Don't sound so dubious." He broke into a broad smile. "I'm getting you another Full-wall."
Flora looked puzzled. "But this one is working perfectly, Harry."
"Of course it is," he snapped. "I mean you're getting another wall; you'll have two. What about that? Two Full-walls—and nobody else in the cell-block has one yet. The only question is—" he rubbed his hands together, striding up and down the room, eyeing the walls—"which wall is it to be? You can have it adjacent, or opposite. I went over the whole thing with the Full-wall people today. By God, they're doing a magnificent job of programming. You see, the two walls will be synchronized. You're getting the same show on both—you're seeing it from two angles, just as though you were right there in the middle of it. Their whole program has been built on that principle."
"Harry, I'm not sure I want another wall—"
"Oh, nonsense. What is this, some kind of self-denial urge? Why not have the best—if you can afford it. And by God, I can afford it. I'm hitting my stride—"
"Harry, could I go with you some day—tomorrow? I'd like to see where you work, meet your friends—"
"Flora, are you out of your mind? You've seen the commuter car; you know how crowded it is. And what would you do when you got there? Just stand around all day, blocking the aisle? Why don't you appreciate the luxury of having your own place, a little privacy, and now two Full-walls—"