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likely be a telephone directory, and go in and look up the address of a hock shop. I had a little trouble parking the car in the space they had marked off, but I could see from the way the others were stationed that you were supposed to get in between the white lines, with the front of the car next to the post on the sidewalk. I didn’t know what the post was for, until I got out and read what it said, and then I didn’t know what to do, because I didn’t have any money. Not yet. And I didn’t dare get into any trouble that might end up with a policeman asking to see my license, which always seemed to be the first thing they did on television, when they talked to anybody who was driving a car. I got back in the car and wriggled my way out of the hole between the other cars, and tried to think what to do. Then I remembered seeing a sign that said “Free Parking” somewhere, not too far away, and went back the way I’d come.

      There was a sort of park, with a fountain spraying water all over the grass, and a big building opposite, and the white lines here were much more sensible. They were painted in diagonal strips, so you could get in and out quite easily, without all that backing and twisting and turning. I left the car there, and remembered to take the keys with me, and started walking back to the drugstore.

      *

      That was when it hit me.

      Up to then, beginning I guess when I drove that little stretch coming into Manitou, with the houses on the hills, and the children and yards and dogs and chickens, I’d begun to feel almost as if I belonged here. The people seemed so muchlike me—as long as I wasn’t right up against them. From a little distance, you’d think there was no difference at all. Then, I guess, when I was close enough to notice, driving through town, I’d been too much preoccupied with the car. It didn’t really get to me till I got out and started walking.

      They were all so big . . . .

      They were big, and their faces and noses and even the pores of their skin were too big. And their voices were too loud. And they smelled.

      I didn’t notice that last much till I got into the drugstore. Then I thought I was going to suffocate, and I had a kind of squeezing upside-down feeling in my stomach and diaphragm and throat, which I didn’t realize till later was what they meant by “being sick.” I stood over the directory rack, pretending to read, but really just struggling with my insides, and a man came along and shouted in my ear something that sounded like, “Vvvm trubbb lll-lll-lll ay-dee?” (I didn’t get that sorted out for hours afterwards, but I don’t think I’ll ever forget just the way it sounded at the time. Of course, he meant, “Having trouble, little lady?”) But all I knew at the time was he was too big and smelled of all kinds of things that were unfamiliar and slightly sickening. I couldn’t answer him. All I could do was turn away so as not to breathe him, and try to pretend I knew what I was doing with the directory. Then he hissed at me (“Sorry, no offense,” I figured out later), and said clearly enough so I could understand even then, “Just trying to help,” and walked away.

      As soon as he was gone, I walked out myself. Directory or no directory, I had to get out of that store. I went back to where I’d left the car, but instead of getting in it, I sat down on a bench in the park, and waited till the turmoil inside me began to quiet down.

      I went back into that drugstore once before I left, purposely, just to see if I could pin down what it was that had bothered me so much, because I never reacted that strongly afterwards, and I wondered if maybe it was just that it was the first time I was inside one of their buildings. But it was more than that; that place was a regular snake-pit of a treatment for a stranger, believe me! They had a tobacco counter, and a lunch counter and a perfume-and-toiletries section, and a nut-roasting machine, and just to top it off, in the back of the store, an open-to-look-at (and smell) pharmaceutical center! Everything, all mixed together, and compounded with stale human sweat, which was also new to me at the time. And no air conditioning.

      Most of the air conditioning they have is bad enough on its own, with chemical smells, but those are comparatively easy to get used to . . . and I’ll take them any time, over what I got in that first dose of Odeur d’Earth.

      *

      Anyhow, I sat on the park bench about fifteen minutes, I guess, letting the sun and fresh air seep in, and trying to tabulate and memorize as many of the components of that drugstore smell as I could, for future reference. I was simply going to have to adjust to them, and next time I wanted to be prepared.

      All the same, I didn’t feel prepared to go back into the same place. Maybe another store wouldn’t be quite as bad. I started walking in the opposite direction, staying on the wide main street, where all the big stores seemed to be, and two blocks down, I ran into luck, because there was a big bracket sticking out over the sidewalk from the front of a store halfway down a side street, and it had the three gold balls hanging from it that I knew, from television, meant the kind of place I wanted. When I walked down to it, I saw too that they had a sign painted over the window: “We buy old gold and diamonds.”

      Just how lucky that was, I didn’t realize till quite some time later. I was going to look in the Classified Directory for “Hock Shops.” I didn’t know any other name for them then.

      Inside, it looked exactly like what I expected, and even the smell was nothing to complain about. Camphor and dust and mustiness were strong enough to cover most of the sweaty smell, and those were smells of a kind I’d experienced before, in other places.

      The whole procedure was reassuring, because it all went just the way it was supposed to, and I knew how to behave. I’d seen it in a show, and the man behind the grilled window even looked like the man on the screen, and talked the same way.

      “What can we do for you, girlie?”

      “I’d like to sell a diamond,” I told him.

      He didn’t say anything at first, then he looked impatient. “You got it with you?”

      “Oh . . . yes!” I opened my purse, and took out one of the little packages, and unwrapped it, and handed it to him. He screwed the lens into his eye, and walked back from the window and put it on a little scale, and turned back and unscrewed the lens and looked at me.

      “Where’d you get this, lady?” he asked me.

      “It’s mine,” I said. I knew just how to do it. We’d gone over this half a dozen times before I left, and he was behaving exactly the way we’d expected.

      “I don’t know,” he said. “Can’t do much with an unset stone like this . . . .” He pursed his lips, tossed the diamond carelessly in his hand, and then pushed it back at me across the counter. I had to keep myself from smiling. It was just the way they’d said it would be. The people here were still in the Mech Age, of course, and not nearly conscious enough to communicate anything at all complex or abstract any way except verbally. But there is nothing abstract about avarice, and between what I’d been told to expect, and what I could feel pouring out of him, I knew precisely what was going on in his mind.

      “You mean you don’t want it?” I said. “I thought it was worth quite a lot . . . .”

      “Might have been once.” He shrugged. “You can’t do much with a stone like that any more. Where’d you get it, girlie?”

      “My mother gave it to me. A long time ago. I wouldn’t sell it, except . . . . Look,” I said, and didn’t have to work hard to sound desperate, because in a way I was. “Look, it must be worth something?”

      He picked it up again. “Well . . . what do you want for it?”

      That went on for quite a while. I knew what it was supposed to be worth, of course, but I didn’t hope to get even half of that. He offered seventy dollars, and I asked for five hundred, and after a while he gave me three-fifty, and I felt I’d done pretty well—for a greenhorn. I put the money in my purse, and went back to the car, and on the way I saw a policeman, so I stopped and asked him about a hotel. He looked me up and down, and started asking questions about how old I was, and what was my name and where did I live, and I began to realize that being so much smaller than the other

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