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Sylvie was fifteen years old, and by suppertied
Even Honest Joe Loves an Ice-Cold Brotherhood Beer!
CLOSE-UP on President McCarthy in shirtsleeves, popping the top on a distinctive green glass bottle of BB—noith improved flavor and lass and an honest day’s sweat on the President’s brow [Note to Art Dept: I see what you’re ai at, but let’s not make him look like a claenic gent to begin with]
NEW SHOT: five Brothers relaxing together in the sun with a tin bucket full of ice and green bottlenecks Labels prominently displayed A Milkman, a TV Repair: Better overn,else] They are s each others’ couy but not too nice-looking, we don’t want to send the wrongof Brotherhood after spending a hot Nevada day eye to eye with a Russkie border guard The secret is in the thorium-boosted hops and New Barley fresh fro water and just a dash of good old fashioned patriotish [Note to Copy: PLEASE use the brand nas about this! Chemicals sound scary Who wants to put some freakshow in your body when you can take a nice sip of Arcadia? Plus those bastards at Standard Ales are calling their formula Kool and their sales are up 15 You cannot beat that nuht, Bob! There’s no better way to get your daily dose than with the cool, refreshing taste of Brotherhood They use only the latest fory G-Man pulls a bottle froood s 5-Alpha leavesour great nation without distraction, aggression, or unwanted thoughts Second G-Man: I’m a patriot I don’t need all those obsolete horain—all that and 56 alcohol! Our soldier stands up and salutes He wears an expression of steely deterot an appointment with Ivan to keep Keep the Brotherhood on ice for me
QUICK CUT back to President McCarthy He puts down his e in the Oval Office Slogan co on that wheatstalk font?]:
Where There’s Life, There’s Brotherhood
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Optimum Burst Altitude
One week out of every four, Martin’s Father ca all month like a slow tide He knew the day, the hour He sat by thetying and untying double Windsor knots into an old silk tie Dad had let hireen with little red chevrons on it
Cross, fold, push through Wrap, fold, fold, over the top, fold, fold, pull down Make it tight Make it perfect
When the Cadillac pulled into the drive, Martin juolden retriever His Father’s in, swirl in the shaker, just enough so that the outer layer of ice releases into the alcohol Open the verain Two olives, not three, and a glass from the freezebox These were the sacred objects of a Husband Tie, Cadillac, martini And then Dad would open the door and Faraday, the Irish Setter, would yelp aggy happiness and so would Martin He’d be wearing a soft grey suit He’d put his hat on the rack Martin’s mother, Roseood dresses, the lavender one with daisies on the hem, or if it was a holiday, her sapphire-colored velvet Her warm blonde hair would be perfectly set, and her lips would leave a glea red kiss-shape on his cheek Dad wouldn’t wipe it off He’d greet his son with a firm handshake that told Martin all he needed to know: he was a
Henry would slam the door to his bedroom upstairs and refuse to co scuffed his heart But he tried to understand his brother—after all, a Husbandand co that he was probably scuffed so inside the elder boy, too
The profound and co sameness of those Husbanded weeks overwhelin in that lovely triangular glass The first night, they would have a roasting chicken with crackling golden skin Roseenerations of an experie and oversized, dosed with palladiuh calcium deposits like lichen For this reason they could have a whole bird once a etables from the Capsule Garden Carrots, tomatoes, sprouts, potatoes, kale Corn if it was fall and there hadn’t been too o out and tend the plants But there was always that one delicious day when Father was at home and they had chicken
After dinner, they wou
ld retire to the living room Mos Eternal Vita-Pop if he had been very good, which he alas He liked the lime flavor best They would watch My Five Sons for half an hour before Rosemary’s Husband retired with her to bed Martin didn’t mind that It hat Husbands were for He liked to listen to the sounds of their loveh the wall between their rooood They put him to sleep like a lullaby about better times