[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
Galaxy Magazine October 1962.
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
Bimmie says people are stupid. Bimmie says he can help
them--but they're not really worth his trouble, Bimmie says.
_June 27, 1982_ Bimmie said to do this, keep a diary. I said, Cows? He
said, You deaf, woman? A book! Then I remembered, only I haven't seen
one. It's for when he's famous. Then we can have it published anytime
we need money.
I'd better tell about us. I'm short, sort of cute, and I cook good.
Bimmie's tall and skinny, he likes to eat. He's 18, I'm 16. We got
married 22 days ago. Instead of a fancy wedding, Bimmie told my folks,
Give us money.
He needed the money for his laboratory. It's in the basement. It's
what'll make him famous.
* * * * *
_June 31, 1982_ We got a cat and dog. They're black and two months old.
I wanted red collars. Bimmie said, Don't waste my money, woman.
Bimmie wanted them down in his laboratory. He said that'd be proper
conditions. I said, No, I'll leave if you do and you'll have to eat
capsules.
The cat's he, the dog's she. Bimmie doesn't want them outside, ever.
* * * * *
_July 3, 1982_ We thought Bimmie's folks'd change their minds. But they
said, Finally and conclusively, we won't. Bimmie says he doesn't want
to go to college if they're stingy because we got married. He already
knows everything important.
He wants me to finish school. I can finish in December. I thought when
you got married you didn't have to, just slept late and fixed your hair.
* * * * *
_July 9, 1982_ The puppy's Susta, the cat's Sup. Susta's jealous
because Sup jumps on the couch, and she can't.
Bimmie'll have to make pills for Susta. She hides from his needle.
She'll be small. That's good, Bimmie says.
* * * * *
_August 17, 1982_ He just married me to cook! Every night he's in his
laboratory. I'm always in this stupid, _ugly_ house.
* * * * *
_August 18, 1982_ Susta won't change for a long time. Bimmie has pills
now.
* * * * *
_September 1, 1982_ School started. Frankie's still stuck on me. He
says I'm sexy, that's why Bimmie married me. I said, He married me for
my cooking. He laughed.
* * * * *
_September 11, 1982_ I felt funny again. I stopped by Momma's. She bets
she knows what it is. She knew after ten days.
* * * * *
_September 15, 1982_ I had to ask the school nurse if it was that. She
said, Yes, two weeks. I hope she's wrong. Babies are work. She said,
But the fulfillment. I said, Changing soppy diapers is what you call
fulfillment?
It doesn't show. Frankie winked at me.
* * * * *
_September 17, 1982_ The cat climbed those lace curtains Bimmie's
mother gave us. Bimmie said it was my job to watch him. I said, That's
a stupid way to spend my life. He said, I didn't marry you to have you
sit around and do nothing.
Susta watched Sup and whined. She wants to be a cat.
* * * * *
_September 27, 1982_ Bimmie read my diary. He said there wasn't a June
31. He says to tell more about his work. It won't make money if he's
not in it.
I told him about the baby. He said, Whoopee! He got some obstetrics
books.
* * * * *
_October 5, 1982_ Bimmie expects the baby to kick already. I'm glad it
doesn't! He made the puppy's pills tonight.
* * * * *
_October 7, 1982_ I let them outside. The smell in the house turns my
stomach. I'm afraid to take the pills Bimmie made me.
* * * * *
_October 9, 1982_ I let them out again. There's a black dog next door
with a long nose, ears like rosebuds and white feet. Susta was scared.
Sup hissed.
* * * * *
_October 25, 1982_ Bimmie's so nice. He took me to a tridiversion. He
hates them. He said, They're for the cloddy-minded masses. I said,
Well, what are we?