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Posttime in Pink by Mike Resnick *Posttime in Pink* by Mike Resnick A John Justin Mallory story -------"So who do you like in the sixth?" asked Mallory as he stuck his feet up on the desk and began browsing through the _Racing Form_. "I haven't the slightest idea," said Winnifred Carruthers, pushing a wisp of gray hair back from her pudgy face and taking a sip of her tea. She was sitting at a table in the kitchen, browsing through the memoirs of a unicorn hunter and trying not to think about what the two donuts she had just eaten would do to her already-ample midriff. "It's a tough one to call," mused Mallory, staring aimlessly around the magician's apartment that he and Winnifred had converted into their office. Most of the mystic paraphernalia --the magic mirror, the crystal ball, the wands and pentagrams --had been removed. In their place were photos of Joe DiMaggio, Seattle Slew, a pair of Playboy centerspreads (on which Winnifred had meticulously drawn undergarments with a magic marker), and a team picture of the 1966 Green Bay Packers, which Mallory felt gave the place much more the feel of an office and which Winnifred thought was merely in bad taste. "Jumbo hasn't run since he sat on his trainer last fall, and Tantor ran off the course in his last two races to wallow in the infield pond." "Don't you have anything better to do?" said Winnifred, trying to hide her irritation. "After all, we formed the Mallory and Carruthers Agency two weeks ago, and we're still waiting for our first client." "It takes time for word to get out," replied Mallory. "Then shouldn't we be out spreading the word --after you shave and press your suit, of course?" Mallory smiled at her. "Detective agencies aren't like cars. You can't advertise a sale and wait for customers to come running. Someone has to need us first." "Then won't you |
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