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All Len had to hear was the old gag: "We've never lost a father yet." His child was not even born and it was thoroughly unbearable!
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Release dateFeb 13, 2015
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Damon Knight

Damon Knight was an American science fiction author, editor, critic and fan. His forte was short stories and he is widely acknowledged as having been a master of the genre. He was a member of the Futurians, an early organization of the most prominent SF writers of the day. He founded the Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers of America, Inc. (SFWA), the primary writers' organization for genre writers, as well as the Milford Writers workshop and co-founded the Clarion Writers Workshop. He edited the notable Orbit anthology series, and received the Hugo and SFWA Grand Master award. The award was later renamed in his honor. He was married to fellow writer Kate Wilhelm.More books from Damon Knight are available at: http://reanimus.com/authors/damonknight

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    Special Delivery - Damon Knight

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    By DAMON KNIGHT

    Start Publishing LLC

    Copyright © 2012 by Start Publishing LLC

    All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever.

    First Start Publishing eBook edition October 2012

    Start Publishing is a registered trademark of Start Publishing LLC

    Manufactured in the United States of America

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    ISBN 978-1-63355-815-1

    All Len had to hear was the old gag: We've never lost a father yet. His child was not even born and it was thoroughly unbearable!

    * * * * *

    Len and Moira Connington lived in a rented cottage with a small yard, a smaller garden, and too many fir trees. The lawn, which Len seldom had time to mow, was full of weeds, and the garden was overgrown with blackberry brambles. The house itself was clean and smelled better than most city apartments, and Moira kept geraniums in the windows.

    However, it was dark on account of the firs. Approaching the door one late spring afternoon, Len tripped on an unnoticed flagstone and scattered examination papers all the way to the porch.

    When he picked himself up, Moira was giggling in the doorway. That was funny.

    The hell it was, said Len. I banged my nose. He picked up his Chemistry B papers in a stiff silence. A red drop fell on the last one. Damn it!

    Moira held the screen door for him, looking contrite and faintly surprised. She followed him into the bathroom. Len, I didn't mean to laugh. Does it hurt much?

    No, said Len, staring fiercely at his scraped nose in the mirror. It was throbbing like a gong.

    That's good. It was the funniest thing--I mean funny-peculiar, she clarified hastily.

    * * * * *

    Len stared at her; the whites of her eyes were showing: Is there anything the matter with you? he demanded.

    I don't know, she said on a rising

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