"I thought you were anxious to feel rain on your face?"
"Don"t be tiresome. I want it out in the clean, green country."
"Okay. I want to start my book anyhow. I"ll call your real estate agent."
"I called him this morning. We can move in anytime; he started fixing up the place when he got my letter."
It was a stand-up supper at his father"s home though Jo sat down at once and let food be fetched. Allan wanted to sit down, but his status as guest of honor forced him to stay on his aching feet. His father b.u.t.tonholed him at the buffet. "Here, son, try this goose liver. It ought to go well after a diet of green cheese."
Allan agreed that it was good.
"See here, son, you really ought to tell these folks about your trip."
"No speeches, Dad. Let "em read the National Geographic."
"Nonsense!" He turned around. "Quiet, everybody! Allan is going to tell us how the Lunatics live."
Allan bit his lip. To be sure, the citizens of Luna City used the term to each other, but it did not sound the same here. "Well, really, I haven"t anything to say. Go on and eat."
"You talk and we"ll eat." "Tell us about Looney City." "Did you see the Man-in-the-Moon?" "Go on, Allan, what"s it like to live on the Moon?"
"Not "on the Moon"-in the Moon."
"What"s the difference?"
"Why, none, I guess." He hesitated; there was really no way to explain why the Moon colonists emphasized that they lived under the surface of the satellite planet-but it irritated him the way "Frisco" irritates a San Franciscan. ""In the Moon" is the way we say it. We don"t spend much time on the surface, except for the staff at Richardson Observatory, and the prospectors, and so forth. The living quarters are underground, naturally."
"Why "naturally"? Afraid of meteors?"
"No more than you are afraid of lightning. We go underground for insulation against heat and cold and as support for pressure sealing. Both are cheaper and easier underground. The soil is easy to work and the interstices act like vacuum in a thermos bottle. It is vacuum."
"But Mr. MacRae," a serious-looking lady inquired, "doesn"t it hurt your ears to live under pressure?"
Allan fanned the air. "It"s the same pressure here-fifteen pounds."
She looked puzzled, then said, "Yes, I suppose so, but it is a little hard to imagine. I think it would terrify me to be sealed up in a cave. Suppose you had a blow-out?"
"Holding fifteen pounds pressure is no problem; engineers work in thousands of pounds per square inch. Anyhow, Luna City is compartmented like a ship. It"s safe enough. The Dutch live behind dikes; down in Mississippi they have levees. Subways, ocean liners, aircraft-they"re all artificial ways of living. Luna City seems strange just because it"s far away."
She shivered. "It scares me."
A pretentious little man pushed his way forward. "Mr. MacRae-granted that it is nice for science and all that, why should taxpayers" money be wasted on a colony on the Moon?"
"You seem to have answered yourself," Allan told him slowly.
"Then how do you justify it? Tell me that, sir."
"It isn"t necessary to justify it; the Lunar colony has paid for itself several times over. The Lunar corporations are all paying propositions. Artemis Mines, s.p.a.ceways, s.p.a.ceways Provisioning Corporation, Diana Recreations, Electronics Research Company, Lunar Biological Labs, not to mention all of Rutherford - look "em up. I"ll admit the Cosmic Research Project nicks the taxpayer a little, since it"s a joint enterprise of the Harriman Foundation and the government."
"Then you admit it. It"s the principle of the thing."
Allan"s feet were hurting him very badly indeed. "What principle? Historically, research has always paid off." He turned his back and looked for some more goose liver.
A man touched him on the arm; Allan recognized an old schoolmate. "Allan, old boy, congratulations on the way you ticked off old Beetle. He"s been needing it-I think he"s some sort of a radical."
Allan grinned. "I shouldn"t have lost my temper."
"A good job you did. Say, Allan, I"m going to take a couple of out-of-town buyers around to the hot spots tomorrow night. Come along."
"Thanks a lot, but we"re going out in the country."
"Oh, you can"t afford to miss this party. After all, you"ve been buried on the Moon; you owe yourself some relaxation after that deadly monotony."
Allan felt his cheeks getting warm. "Thanks just the same, but-ever seen the Earth View Room in Hotel Moon Haven?"
"No. Plan to take the trip when I"ve made my pile, of course.""
"Well, there"s a night club for you. Ever see a dancer leap thirty feet into the air and do slow rolls, on the way down? Ever try a lunacy c.o.c.ktail? Ever see a juggler work in low gravity?" Jo caught his eye across the room. "Er . . . excuse me, old man. My wife wants me." He turned away, then flung back over his shoulder, "Moon Haven itself isn"t just a s.p.a.ceman"s dive, by the way-it"s recommended by the Duncan Hines a.s.sociation."
Jo was very pale. "Darling, you"ve got to get me out of here. I"m suffocating. I"m really ill."
"Suits." They made their excuses.
Jo woke up with a stuffy cold, so they took a cab directly to her country place. There were low-lying clouds under them, but the weather was fine above. The sunshine and the drowsy beat of the rotors regained for them the joy of homecoming, Allan broke the lazy reverie. "Here"s a funny thing, Jo. You couldn"t hire me to go back to the Moon-but last night I found myself defending the Loonies every time I opened my mouth."
She nodded. "I know. Honest to Heaven, Allan, some people act as if the Earth were flat. Some of them don"t really believe in anything, and some of them are so matter-of-fact that you know they don"t really understand-and I don"t know which sort annoys me the more."
It was foggy when they landed, but the house was clean, the agent had laid a fire and had stocked the refrigerator. They were sipping hot punch and baking the weariness out of their bones" within ten minutes after the copter grounded. "This," said Allan, stretching, "is all right. It really is great to be back."
"Uh-huh. All except the highway." A new express and freight superhighway now ran not fifty yards from the house. They could hear the big diesels growling as they struck the grade.
"Forget the highway. Turn your back and you stare straight into the woods."
They regained their ground-legs well enough to enjoy short walks in the woods; they were favored with a long, warm Indian summer; the cleaning woman was efficient and taciturn. Allan worked on the results of three years research preparatory to starting his book. Jo helped him with the statistical work, got reacquainted with the delights of cooking, dreamed, and rested.
It was the day of the first frost that the toilet stopped up.
The village plumber was persuaded to show up the next day. Meanwhile they resorted to a homely little building, left over from another era and still standing out beyond the woodpile. It was spider-infested and entirely too well ventilated.
The plumber was not encouraging. "New septic tank. New sewer pipe. Pay you to get new fixtures at the same time. Fifteen, sixteen hundred dollars. Have to do some calculating."
"That"s all right," Allan told him. "Can you start today?"
The man laughed. "I can see plainly, Mister, that you don"t know what it is to get materials and labor these days. Next spring--soon as the frost is out of the ground."
"That"s impossible, man. Never mind the cost. Get it done."
The native shrugged. "Sorry not to oblige you. Good day." When he left, Jo exploded. "Allan, he doesn"t want to help us."
"Well-maybe. I"ll try to get someone from Norwalk, or even from the City. You can"t trudge through the snow out to that Iron Maiden all winter."
"I hope not."
"You must not. You"ve already had one cold." He stared morosely at the fire. "I suppose I brought it on by my misplaced sense of humor."
"How?"
"Well, you know how we"ve been subjected to steady kidding ever since it got noised around that we were colonials. I haven"t minded much, but some of it rankled. You remember I went into the village by myself last Sat.u.r.day?"
"Yes. What happened?"
"They started in on me in the barbershop. I let it ride at first, then the worm turned. I started talking about the Moon, sheer double-talk--corny old stuff like the vacuum worms and the petrified air. It was some time before they realized I was ribbing them-and when they did, n.o.body laughed. Our friend the rustic sanitary engineer was one of the group. I"m sorry."
"Don"t be." She kissed him. "If I have to tramp through the snow, it will cheer me that you gave them back some of their sa.s.s."
The plumber from Norwalk was more helpful, but rain, and then sleet, slowed down the work. They both caught colds. On the ninth miserable day Allan was working at his desk when he heard Jo come in the back door, returning from a shopping trip. He turned back to his work, then presently became aware that she had not come in to say "h.e.l.lo." He went to investigate.
He found her collapsed on a kitchen chair, crying quietly. "Darling," he said urgently, "honey baby, whatever is the matter?"
She looked up. "I didn"t bead to led you doe."
"Blow your nose. Then wipe your eyes. What do you mean, "you didn"t mean to let me know". What happened?"
She let it out, punctuated with her handkerchief. First, the grocer had said he had no cleansing tissues; then, when she pointed to them, had stated that they were "sold". Finally, he had mentioned "bringing outside labor into town and taking the bread out of the mouths of honest folk".
Jo had blown up and had rehashed the incident of Allan and the barbershop wits. The grocer had simply grown more stiff. ""Lady," he said to me, "I don"t know whether you and your husband have been to the Moon or not, and I don"t care. I don"t take much stock in such things. In any case, I don"t need your trade." Oh, Allan, I"m so unhappy."
"Not as unhappy as he"s going to be! Where"s my hat?"
"Allan! You"re not leaving this house. I won"t have you fighting."
"I won"t have him bullying you."
"He won"t again. Oh my dear, I"ve tried so hard, but I can"t stay here any longer. It"s not just the villagers; it"s the cold and the c.o.c.kroaches and always having, a runny nose. I"m tired out and my feet hurt all the time." She started to cry again.
"There, there! We"ll leave, honey. We"ll go to Florida. I"ll finish my book while you lie in the sun."
"Oh, I don"t want to go to Florida. I want to go home."
"Huh? You mean-back to Luna City?"
"Yes. Oh, dearest, I know you don"t want to, but I can"t stand it any longer. It"s not just the dirt and the cold and the comic-strip plumbing-it"s not being understood. It wasn"t any better in New York. These groundhogs don"t know anything."
He grinned at her. "Keep sending, kid; I"m on your frequency."
"Allan!"
He nodded. "I found out I was a Loony at heart quite a while ago-but I was afraid to tell you. My feet hurt, too- and I"m d.a.m.n sick of being treated like a freak. I"ve tried to be tolerant, but I can"t stand groundhogs. I miss the folks in dear old Luna. They"re civilized."
She nodded. "I guess it"s prejudice, but I feel the same way."
"It"s not prejudice. Let"s be honest. What does it take to get to Lana City?"
"A ticket."
"Smarty pants. I don"t mean as a tourist; I mean to get a job there. You know the answer: Intelligence. It costs a lot to send a man to the Moon and more to keep him there. To pay off, he has to be worth a lot. High I.Q., good compatibility index, superior education-everything that makes a person pleasant and easy and interesting to have around. We"ve been spoiled; the ordinary human cussedness that groundhogs take for granted, we now find intolerable, because Loonies are different. The fact that Luna City is the most comfortable environment man ever built for himself is beside the point-it"s the people who count. Let"s go home."
He went to the telephone-an old-fashioned, speech-only rig-and called the Foundation"s New York office. While he was waiting, truncheon-like "receiver" to his ear, she said, "Suppose they won"t have us?"
"That"s what worries me." They knew that the Lunar companies rarely rehired personnel who had once quit; the physical examination was reputed to be much harder the second time.
"h.e.l.lo . . . h.e.l.lo. Foundation? May I speak to the recruiting office? . . . h.e.l.lo-I can"t turn on my view plate; this instrument is a hangover from the dark ages. This is Allan MacRae, physical chemist, contract number 1340729. And my wife, Josephine MacRae, 1340730. We want to sign up again. I said we wanted to sign up again . . . okay, I"ll wait."
"Pray, darling, pray!"
"I"m praying- How"s that! My appointment"s still vacant? Fine, fine! How about my wife?" He listened with a worried look; Jo held her breath. Then he cupped the speaker. "Hey, Jo-your job"s filled. They want to know if you"ll take an interim job as a junior accountant?"
"Tell "em "yes!""
"That"ll be fine. When can we take our exams? That"s fine, thanks. Good-by." He hung up and turned to his wife. "Physical and psycho as soon as we like; professional exams waived."
"What are we waiting for?"
"Nothing." He dialed the Norwalk Copter Service. "Can you run us into Manhattan? Well, good grief, don"t you have radar? All right, all right, g"by!" He snorted. "Cabs all grounded by the weather. I"ll call New York and try to get a modern cab."
Ninety minutes later they landed on top of Harriman Tower.
The psychologist was very cordial. "Might as well get this over before you have your chests thumped. Sit down. Tell me about yourselves." He drew them out, nodding from time to time. "I see. Did you ever get the plumbing repaired?"
"Well, it was being fixed."
"I can sympathize with your foot trouble, Mrs. MacRae; my arches always bother me here. That"s your real reason, isn"t it?"
"Oh, no!"
"Now, Mrs. MacRae-"
"Really it"s not---truly. I want people to talk to who know what I mean. All that"s really wrong with me is that I"m homesick for my own sort. I want to go home-and I"ve got to have this job to get there. - I"ll steady down, I know I will."
The doctor looked grave. "How about you, Mr. MacRae?"
"Well-it"s about the same story. I"ve been trying to write a book, but I can"t work. I"m homesick. I want to go back."
Feldman suddenly smiled. "It won"t be too difficult."
"You mean we"re in? If we pa.s.s the physical?"
"Never mind the physical-your discharge examinations are recent enough. Of course you"ll have to go out to Arizona for reconditioning and quarantine. You"re probably wondering why it seems so easy when it is supposed to be so hard. It"s really simple: We don"t want people lured back by the high pay. We do want people who will be happy and as permanent as possible-in short, we want people who think of Luna City as "home." Now that you"re "Moonstruck," we want you back." He stood up and shoved out his hand.