I'm a nervous wreck, almost getting carted off to God
knows where like that. I need the care of a competent physician."

He turned back to her in a daze, she clucked and patted his cheek, and
pushed him down onto the bed. She pulled out his handkerchief and mopped
his face. "Aren't you proud of me?" she said. "Wasn't that fast
thinking? How did you like that little story I told? It really threw
him, didn't it? He didn't know _what_ to think."

"You mean," Victor stammered, "you mean you didn't mean it, you just
made it up? Just like that?"

"Darling," she began to giggle, "you didn't bel_ieve_ that wild story?
About the future? Oh, _darling_, you couldn't possibly believe it."

"Of course not," he said. "Of course not. Quick thinking, Mimi, yes,
very quick thinking. It _was_ a convincing story, you know. Very good.
But, my God! I've got to catch him."

"Don't be silly," she said, pushing him down. "You'll never find him,
you'll never see him again. He'll be lost in the crowd. One more
screwball in New York, they'll never notice him. He'll fit right in. He
may even become President some day, or at least Dean of Students at some
small New England College. You just take my word for it, darling, and
relax a moment. I'll rush downstairs and bring you up a martini. We
deserve one. He'll be all right now. As long as he's made up his mind
that he can leave me here, he'll trot off somewhere and dig up another
neurosis, or psychosis, or whatever. He's not dangerous anymore. And you
heard him say we were never married, and we have no marriage
certificate, so I guess we're not. Can't we just forget about him, just
as if he never existed? Maybe he never _did_ exist. Maybe he was just a
figment of our imagination. Maybe he was just an instrument of kismet to
bring us together. Maybe he was just a wandering minstrel, or a memory
looking for a chance to be real?"

"Maybe you'd better not talk so much, but just bring up the martini.
Better bring a pitcher. Green ones."

And so she did. Their first honeymoon they spent in Bermuda; they took
their second on a trip to Sweden ten years later, when Victor went to
accept his first Nobel prize.

THE END

Transcriber's Note:

This etext was produced from _Amazing Science Fiction Stories_ April
1960. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S.
copyright on this publication was renewed. Minor spelling and
typographical errors have been correc