Literature

MARIONETTES, INC. Ray Bradbury They walked slowly down the street at about ten in the evening, talking calmly. They were both about thirty-five, both eminently sober. "But why so early?" said Smith. "Because," said Braling. "Your first night out in years and you go home at ten o'clock." "Nerves, I suppose." "What I wonder is how you ever managed it. I've been trying to get you out for ten years for a quiet drink. And now, on the one night, you insist on turning in early." "Mustn't crowd my luck," said Braling. "What did you do, put sleeping powder in your wife's coffee?" "No, that would be unethical. You'Il see soon enough." They turned a corner. "Honestly, Braling, I hate to say this, but you have been patient with her. You may not admit it to me, but marriage has been awful for you, hasn't it?" "I wouldn't say that." "It...