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"heartland" in the memory of mankind. Nuts!
    When he got home he found himself taking down his father's Bible and turning to Revelations. He could not find anything that he could understand but he got fascinated by the recurring use of precise numbers. Presently he thumbed through the Book at random; his eye lit on: "Boast not thyself of tomorrow; for thou knowest not what a day may bring forth." He put the Book away, feeling humbled but not cheered.
    The rains started the next morning. The Master Plumbers elected Miss Star Morning "Miss Sanitary Engineering" on the same day that the morticians designated her as "The Body I would Like Best to Prepare," and her option was dropped by Fragrant Features. Congress voted $1.37 to compensate Thomas Jefferson Meeks for losses incurred while an emergency postman for the Christmas rush of 1936, approved the appointment of five lieutenant generals and one ambassador and adjourned in eight minutes. The fire extinguishers in a midwest orphanage turned out to be filled with air. The chancellor of the leading football institution sponsored a fund to send peace messages and vitamins to the Politburo. The stock market slumped nineteen points and the tickers ran two hours late. Wichita, Kansas, remained flooded while Phoenix, Arizona, cut off drinking water to areas outside city limits. And Potiphar Breen found that he had left his raincoat at Meade Barstow's rooming house.
    He phoned her landlady, but Mrs. Megeath turned him over to Meade. "What are you doing home on a Friday?" he demanded.
    "The theater manager laid me off. Now you'll have to marry me."
    "You can't afford me. Meade — seriously, baby, what happened?"
    "I was ready to leave the dump anyway. For the last six weeks the popcorn machine has been carrying the place. Today I sat through I Was A Teen-Age Beatnik twice. Nothing to do."
    "I'll be along."
    "Eleven minutes?"
    "It's raining. Twenty — with luck."
    It was more nearly sixty. Santa Monica Boulevard was a navigable stream; Sunset Boulevard was a subway jam. When he tried to ford the streams leading to Mrs. Megeath's house, he found that changing tires with the wheel wedged against a storm drain presented problems.
    "Potty! You look like a drowned rat."
    "I'll live," But presently he found himself wrapped in a blanket robe belonging to the late Mr. Megeath and sipping hot cocoa while Mrs. Megeath dried his clothing in the kitchen.
    "Meade ... I'm 'at liberty,' too."
    "Hub? You quit your job?"
    "Not exactly. Old Man Wiley and I have been having differences of opinion about my answers for months — too much 'Jackpot factor' in the figures I give him to turn over to clients. Not that I call it that, but he has felt that I was unduly pessimistic."
    "But you were right!"
    "Since when has being right endeared a man to his boss? But that wasn't why he fired me; that was just the excuse. He wants a man willing to back up the Know-Nothing program with scientific double-talk. And I wouldn't join." He went to the window. "It's raining harder."
    "But they haven't got any program."
    "I know that."
    "Potty, you should have joined. It doesn't mean anything — I joined three months ago."
    "The hell you did!"
    She shrugged. "You pay your dollar and you turn up for two meetings and they leave you alone. It kept my job for another three months. What of it?"
    "Uh, well — I'm sorry you did it; that's all. Forget it. Meade, the water is over the curbs out there."
    "You had better stay here overnight."
    "Mmm ... I don't like to leave 'Entropy' parked out in this stuff all night. Meade?"
    "Yes, Potty?"
    "We're both out of jobs. How would you like to duck north into the Mojave and find a dry spot?"
    "I'd love it. But look, Potty — is this a proposal, or just a proposition?"
    "Don't pull that 'either-or' stuff on me. It's just a suggestion for a vacation. Do you want to take a chaperone?"
    "No."
    "Then pack a bag."
    "Right away. But look, Potiphar — pack a bag how? Are you trying to tell me