John Victor Peterson

Summary

John Victor Peterson The oddly elusive brunette (1958)

I scurried around the quickly warming room, searching behind the proton beam accelerator, the control and monitor consoles, the relay racks and equipment cabinets, feeling that she just had to be somewhere!
The door opened. I whirled around expectantly. It wasn't she; it was George Herrmann, my assistant.
George regarded me searchingly, his lean face lugubrious.
"What gives, Bob?" he asked. "You look as if you'd lost the world!"
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John Victor Peterson The oddly elusive brunette (1958)

I cried. "I didn't think I'd stand a chance if I asked—"
"Look, Bob," he cut in. "Elaine's my daughter and I'm not having her flitting around fraternizing with every Tom, Dick and Harry even if they are Ph. D's. She made one mistake and I'm not having her make another."
"Mistake?" I asked.
"A pilot," he said. "Nice enough guy but it turned out he was already married and intended to remain so. Incidentally, Bob, you resemble him to a considerable degree."
"I do?"
I recalled the data. Elaine had been here for about three minutes but at Phoenix and Hanford only about one minute apiece.
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John Victor Peterson The oddly elusive brunette (1958)

Certainly a faithful representation of a male simian cast in brass would, granted reasoning powers, have felt unusual trepidation if exposed to the Wisconsin weather that fateful winter morning.
I myself was inordinately glad that I lived in the project's Bachelor Officers Quarters only a short block from the UNACMEA/WAGS installation and that my first experience with Wisconsin winter three years before had prompted the purchase of the thermo-parka I was then wearing.
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