After too many years, T. L. Sherred returns with a story that gets our SPACE SPECIAL rating. It's the story of a man with a headache—who found a cure for it! And the cure gave him more power than any man could dream of.ext door, in front of the Werner's, Harper Radio Parts. In the Smith's driveway, Rapid Radio Repair. "What are you grinning at?" "Me? I'm not grinning. Not at this time of the morning." "Pete Miller, you were, too. Just like the cat that ate the fish." "Canary, you mean." "That's what I said. What's so funny?" "Nothing," I said. "We just got a good night's sleep for a change. I like my sleep." She harrumphed a bit, as suspicious as she usually is, and I went to the stove for more coffee. Over my shoulder I said, "Want to play a little cards tonight?" She was skeptical about that. "At Art's, I suppose." "Sure. Saturday night euchre tournaments." "That noisy place? Nothing doing." I told her the jukebox and the television set were out of commission and there'd be no noise she didn't make herself. She loved to play cards, I knew, and she liked Art. It was just the incessant roar that wore her down. I managed to talk her into it.
Write Your Reviews