My sweetheart's the Man in the Moon
By MILTON LESSER
Illustrated by STALLMAN
Not everyone will think of the first
moon-flight as the first glorious
step on the road to space. There
will always, for instance, be the
fast-buck boys like Lubrano....
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
Infinity, December 1956.
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
Jeanne turned off the radio and went downstairs slowly, watching how the gold-shot curtains on the landing window caught the sunlight in a multitude of brilliant flecks. She shuddered slightly. Up there, the sun would scorch and sear.
When she entered the living room, Aunt Anna looked up from her magazine, and Pop puffed on his calabash pipe, occasionally grunting with satisfaction. Mom looked at Jeanne hopefully, but soon turned away in confusion. She could not tell whether Jeanne wanted her to laugh or cry.
"Well," said Jeanne, instantly hating the flippant way she tried to speak, "he got there." She never quite knew why, but whenever emotions threatened to choke her up she would slip on the mask, the carefree attitude, the what-do-I-care voice she was using now.
"All the way—there?" Aunt Anna fluttered her eyebrows, allowing herself a rare display of emotion.