Wallace Umphrey

Summary

Wallace Umphrey Papa knows best (1952)

Steve laughed. "How's everything outside?"
Janey shook her head. "It's horrible. More riots, more suicides. All the time it's getting harder to breathe. Steve, when will it end?"
"Trust Papa."
"I don't have your faith," Janey said wearily. "Surely Papa has been fed enough data to come up with something."
Steve took Janey in his arms, feeling her body pliant and soft against him. Then the security guard looked in to remind them that time was up. With tender compassion Steve kissed Janey on the lips.
Source: Gutenberg

Wallace Umphrey Papa knows best (1952)

For the next eight hours Steve would be a prisoner—more tightly locked up than if he were in a jail cell.
"What a guy will do," Steve muttered aloud, "for a lousy two hundred credits a week." But he didn't really mind being locked up alone in the room. Steve loved Papa.
Luckily his love for Papa was different from his love for Janey Weeks, who worked the swing shift. Perhaps it was just as well, for otherwise it would have looked bad on his monthly psycho report. A man might love a maid but never, never a machine.
Source: Gutenberg

Wallace Umphrey Papa knows best (1952)

We all feel sorry for the people who haven't been able to get them; and yet every single one of us would fight tooth and nail to protect our own means of livelihood. Why do you think there have been riots? It's the haves against the have-nots."
"Is that the right attitude?"
"Rightness has nothing to do with it. It's the way the world was made. Still, we like to believe in man's immortality. So look here, Papa: When are we going to get some better air to breathe?"
Papa said, "No comment."
The door unlocked itself and Steve realized his day was about over. He stood up as Janey Weeks came in.
Source: Gutenberg

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