When Uncle Peter decided to clean out the underworld, it was a fine thing for the town, but it was tough on the folks in Tibet.
Joy's eyes were upon mine.
"Darling! I didn't have the least idea. Why, it's going to be wonderful! Never a dull moment!"
I kissed my bride, after which she said, "I think I could do with a drink, sweetheart."
"Your wish is my command."
I got up and started toward the liquor supply inside the house. Joy's soft call stopped me.
"What is it, angel?" I inquired.
"Not just a drink, sweet. Bring the bottle."
I went into the kitchen and got a bottle of brandy. But upon returning, I discovered I'd neglected to bring glasses.
But Joy took the bottle from me in a rather dazed manner, knocked off the neck against a leg of the bench and tipped the bottle to her beautiful lips. She took a pull of brandy large enough to ward off the worst case of pneumonia and then passed the bottle to Bag Ears.
"Drink hearty, pal," she murmured, and sort of sank down into herself.
I never got my turn at the bott
I am not a science fiction fan, but this was an amazing read as there was no scientific terms to ponder upon. An enjoyable read with witty dialogues and circumstances interwoven together in such a way that it was not easy to put it down easily, though it was a short story. It was an entertaing read.
And I got an awesome quote in this short story which is quite endearing.
\\\"\\\'May we all find our Shangri-La\\\"
(1952) Sci-fi (Scientific criminals) / Humor
From 'If Worlds of Science Fiction' July 1952.
A somewhat trite, but humorous story. The dialog was pretty heavy with 30's gangland slang, but not altogether a bad story.