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PHILIP K. DICK

NOW WAIT

FOR LAST YEAR

To Nancy Hackett

... A way where you might tread the Sun, and be More bright than he.

Henry Vaughan

ONE

The apertyx-shaped building, so familiar to him, gave off its usual smoky gray light as Eric

Sweetscent collapsed his wheel and managed to park in the tiny stall allocated him. Eight o'clock in

the morning, he thought drearily. And already his employer Mr Virgil L. Ackerman had opened

TF&D Corporation's offices for business. Imagine a man whose mind is most sharp at eight a.m., Dr

Sweetscent mused. It runs against God's clear command. A fine world they're doling out to us; the

war excuses any human aberration, even the old man's.

Nonetheless he started toward the in-track - only to be halted by the calling of his name. 'Say, Mr

Sweetscent! Just a moment, sir!' The twangy - and highly repellent - voice of a robant; Eric stopped

reluctantly, and now the thing coasted up to him, all arms and legs flapping energetically. 'Mr Sweet-

scent of Tijuana Fur & Dye Corporation?'

The slight got across to him. 'Dr Sweetscent. Please.'

'I have a bill, doctor.' It whipped a folded white slip from its metal pouch. 'Your wife Mrs

Katherine Sweetscent charged this three months ago on her Dreamland Happy Times For All

account. Sixty-five dollars plus sixteen per cent charges. And the law, now; you understand. I regret

delaying you, but it is, ahem, illegal.' It eyed him alertly as he, with massive reluctance, fished out his

checkbook.

'What's the purchase?' he asked gloomily as he wrote the check.

'It was a Lucky Strike package, doctor. With the authentic ancient green. Circa 1940, before

World War Two when the package changed. "Lucky Strike green has gone to war," you know.' It

giggled.

He couldn't believe it; something was wrong. 'But surely,' he protested, 'that was supposed to be

put on the company account.'

'No, doctor,' the robant declared. 'Honest injun. Mrs Sweetscent made it absolutely clear that this

purchase was for her private use.' It managed to add, then, an explanation which he knew at once to

be spurious. But whether it originated in the robant or with Kathy - that he could not tell, at least not

immediately. 'Mrs Sweetscent,' the robant stated piously, 'is building a Pitts-39.'

'The hell she is.' He tossed the made-out check at the robant; as it strove to catch the fluttering bit

of paper he continued on, toward the in-track.

A Lucky Strike package. Well, he reflected grimly, Kathy is off again. The creative urge, which

can only find an outlet in spending. And always above and beyond her own salary - which, he had to

admit to himself, was a bit greater than his own, alas. But in any case, why hadn't she told him? A

major purchase of that sort ...

The answer, of course, was obvious. The bill itself pointed out the problem in all its depressing

sobriety. He thought, Fifteen years ago I would have said - did say - that the combined incomes of

Kathy and me would be enough and certainly ought to be enough to maintain any two semi-

reasonable adults at any level of opulence. Even taking into account the wartime inflation.

However, it had not quite worked out that way. And he felt a deep, abiding intuition that it just

never quite would.

Within the TF&D Building he dialed the hall leading to his own office, squelching the impulse to

drop by Kathy's office upstairs for an immediate confrontation. Later, he decided. After work,

perhaps at dinner. Lord, and he had such a full schedule ahead of him; he had no energy - and never

had had in the past - for this endless squabbling.

'Morning, doctor.'

'Hi,' Eric said, nodding to fuzzy Miss Perth, his secretary; this time she had sprayed herself a shiny

blue, inlaid with sparkling fragments that reflected the outer office's overhead lighting. 'Where's

Himmel?' No sign of the final-stage quality-control inspector, and already he perceived reps from

subsidiary outfits pulling up at the parking lot.

'Bruce Himmel phoned to say that the San Diego public library is suing him and he may have to

go to court and so he'll probably be late.' Miss Perth smiled at him engagingly, showing spotless

synthetic ebony teeth, a chilling affectation which had migrated with her from Amarillo, Texas, a year

ago. 'The library cops broke into his conapt yesterday and found over twenty of their books that

he'd stolen - you know Bruce, he has that phobia about checking things out... how is it put in

Greek?'

He passed on into the inner office which was his alone; Virgil Ackerman had insisted on it as a

suitable mark of prestige - in lieu of a raise in salary.

And there, in his office, at his window, smoking a sweet-smelling Mexican cigarette and gazing

out at the austere brown hills of Baja California south of the city, stood his wife Kathy. This was the

first time he had met up with her this morning; she had risen an hour ahead of him, had dressed and

eaten alone and gone on in her own wheel.

'What's up?' Eric said to her tightly.

'Come on in and shut the door.' Kathy turned but did not look toward him; the expression on her

exquisitely sharp face was meditative.

He closed the door. 'Thanks for welcoming me into my own office.'

'I knew that damn bill collector would intercept you this morning,' Kathy said in a faraway voice.

'Almost eighty greens.' he said. 'With the fines.'

'Did you pay it?' Now for the first time she glanced at him; the flutter of her artificially dark lashes

quickened, revealing her concern.

'No,' he said sardonically. 'I let the robant gun me down where I stood, there in the parking lot.'

He hung his coat in his closet. 'Of course I paid it. It's mandatory, ever since the Mole obliterated the

entire class of credit-system purchasing. I realize you're not interested in this, but if you don't pay

within-'

'Please,' Kathy said. 'Don't lecture me. What did it say? That I'm building a Pitts-39? It lied; I got

the Lucky Strike green package as a gift. I wouldn't build a babyland without telling you; after all, it

would be yours, too.'

'Not Pitts-39,' Eric said. 'I never lived there, in '39 or any other time.' He seated himself at his

desk and punched the viscombox. 'I'm here, Mrs Sharp,' he informed Virgil's secretary. 'How are

you today, Mrs Sharp? Get home all right from that war-bond rally last night? No warmongering

pickets hit you on the head?' He shut off the box. To Kathy he explained, 'Lucile Sharp is an ardent

appeaser. I think it's nice for a corporation to permit its employees to engage in political agitation,

don't you? And even nicer than that is the fact that it doesn't cost you a cent; political meetings are

free.'

Kathy said, 'But you have to pray and sing. And they do get you to buy those bonds.'

'Who was the cigarette package for?'

'Virgil Ackerman, of course.' She exhaled cigarette smoke in twin gray trails. 'You suppose I

want to work elsewhere?'

'Sure, if you could do better.'

Kathy said thoughtfully, 'It's not the high salary that keeps me here, Eric, despite what you think. I

believe we're helping the war effort.'

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