NOBLE SAVAGE

More documents

Recommendations

Info

pulled her hand back when the tall slim Oriental waiter began to serve their food. They ate ravenously, and spoke sparingly, while glancing at other customerr in the resturant. Michael, wearing wrinkled grey corduroy pants, and a bulky white fisherman knit sweater, felt awkward amidst the lush, red, French whore-house decor. Nancy, thoroughly enjoying Michael's company, sipped her cool dry white wine. She began to relax from her afternoon ordeal. "Would you like some dessert, or coffee?" asked the tall, slim, waiter dressed in a white suit, with a grey bow tie. Black thick-rimmed glasses hid the upward slant of his eyes. Michael looked sternly at his mother. "I have to go." "That's fine darling. Go ahead ••• don't be late!" She turned to the waiter. "I'll have a cup of coffee, blaCk." Michael kissed his mother on the cheek. "I'll be home late •••• Thank you •••• Byel" He left her in the resturant. In the middle of her coffee, she began to cry. She left cash on the table, including a small tip, and took a taxi home. Michael trotted down the street toward his next appointment. Within fifteen minutes he was at the entrance of the building whose address had been given him by Yoffi Hacham. A young man dressed in casual clothes stopped him at the door. He wore an identification badge. "Vhere are you going?" he asked, as if Michael had no right to be there. 68
accent. "Isn't there a meeting here?" asked Michael, startled. "You aren't sure?" asked the guard with a heavy Israeli "I came to meet a friend." "What is your friend's name?" "Yoffi Hacham." The interrogator's face lost its tension; he smiled. "You a friend of YOffi's?" Michael felt relieved. "Yes." "What is your name?" "Michael Delos." "Michael Delos," repeated the guard. He produced a long sheet of paper containing a list of names written in Hebrew. "Delos," he said again. "O.K. You see my friend over there!" He pointed to a man in the lobby whom Michael had not noticed before. The corpulent dark-haired man, blessed with a large scruffy beard, wore a military uniform. He sat next to a booth similar in appearance to the voting booths used in government elections. Michael approached him. "I'm going to search you. Just a formality. Get inside and empty your pockets!" The man spoke quickly with the same heavy accent as the other guard. He entered the booth with Michael. A curtain was suddenly drawn. Michael removed the contents of his pockets. He placed his: wallet, keys, change, and a packet of matches from the Chinese 69
Page 1 and 2:
NOBLE SAVAGE
Page 3 and 4:
I r r t "AN AGE OF ECONOMIES AND ST
Page 6 and 7:
sales. The supermarket/advertising
Page 8 and 9:
Pat Brooks, a moist blond, watched
Page 10 and 11:
"Well, that's something! I guess I
Page 12 and 13:
A group of young children are playi
Page 16:
GREETINGS "Ah, we've been waiting f
Page 24: notice. Michael continued to mingle
Page 28 and 29: "Bummer! Bummer! Bummerwummer! How
Page 31: suburban society. It whirled over t
Page 36: queensized matress: everything they
Page 42: artender, a large disheveled man wh
Page 45: Yoffi smiled his old, memorable, mi
Page 48 and 49: I • NUCLEAR BEERm Mr. Delos, work
Page 50 and 51: The lobby was ornately decorated wi
Page 55 and 56: history of drought in America: and
Page 57: The doctor put down his snuffbox, a
Page 64 and 65: wo'uld all sing, and eat, and talk,
Page 67: "Good," said the doctor. He walked
Page 72: esturant, all on a small shelf that
Page 77 and 78: When Michael looked up, Yoffi was a
Page 80 and 81: , Sal offered him a ride, which Mic
Page 83: on him like a tiger, staring incest
Page 99 and 100: A new chart appeared. It was filled
Page 104 and 105: from a fresh block of wax; that was
Page 110 and 111: I . scarce food and water supplies.
Page 112 and 113: NEW WAY can be constructed so that
Page 114: Daydreaming, Michael remembered sta
Page 121 and 122:
"Michael!" "Maybe I'll be there." "
Page 126:
When he found a suitable pine, he h
Page 129:
NO FOOD FOR SOUTH All shipments of
Page 133:
"Coffee will be ready in a minute."
Page 137 and 138:
Michael cupped his hands over her e
Page 139 and 140:
Michael led Sally to the livingroom
Page 141:
"How would you feel about us leavin
Page 145:
I I . I He lifted his hind leg, per
Page 148 and 149:
SYNTHETICS "The General is dead! He
Page 150 and 151:
Almost an hour later, another ambul
Page 152:
Michael took a taxicab home, and we
Page 159:
THE FALL Henry sat at his desk, his
Page 166 and 167:
t Groups of tough-looking spanish-s
Page 169 and 170:
"We'll be O.K. Please be careful! D
Page 175:
She followed a dry stream bed up to
Page 178 and 179:
I t Henry felt himself being carrie
Page 181 and 182:
overpowering fumes. His throat and
Page 183:
00000000 0 0 0 MACHINE 0 G 0 A 0 D
show all

NOBLE SAVAGE

You also want an ePaper? Increase the reach of your titles

Delete template?

Save as template?