“Hey!” I says. “You mean the logic told you this?”
“Yes!” she wails. “It will tell anybody anything! You’ve got to stop it! How long will it take?”
“I’ll call up the tank,” I says. “It can’t take long.”
“Hurry!” she says, desperate, “before somebody punches my name! I’m going to see what it says about that hussy across the street.”
She snaps off to gather what she can before it’s stopped. So I punch for the tank and I get this new “What is your name?” flash. I got a morbid curiosity and I punch my name, and the screen says: “Were you ever called Ducky?” I blink. I ain’t got no suspicions. I say, “Sure!” And the screen says, “There is a call for you.”
Bingo! There’s the inside of a hotel room and Laurine is reclinin’ asleep on the bed. She’d been told to leave her logic turned on an’ she done it. It is a hot day and she is trying to be cool. I would say that she oughta not suffer from the heat. Me, being human, I do not stay as cool as she looks. But there ain’t no need to go into that. After I get my breath I say, “For Heaven’s sake!” and she opens her eyes.
At first she looks puzzled, like she was thinking is she getting absent-minded and is this guy somebody she married lately. Then she grabs a sheet and drapes it around herself and beams at me.
“Ducky!” she says. “How marvelous!”
I say something like “Ugmph!” I am sweating.
She says: “I put in a call for you, Ducky, and here you are! Isn’t it romantic? Where are you really, Ducky? And when can you come up? You’ve no idea how often I’ve thought of you!”