“Whew!” Tom was panting and shivering. He was still caked with the whitish, oozing Durafoam. “Th-thanks, Dad.”
Mr. Swift helped him out of his coveralls and boots, then grinned and gave Tom a reassuring hug. “Better sit down and get your breath, son. I’ll bring you a glass of water.”
After a few moments Tom was able to talk about
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his terrible experience. He explained how the mishap had occurred. Then he smiled.
“Dad, that Durafoam hardens even faster than I had expected. I’d better mix in a little chemical retardant when I use the stuff for my highway-laying process.”
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Mr. Swift was keenly interested in the progress of Tom’s newest scientific undertaking. The young inventor explained that his plastic highway would be laid-or rather extruded-by a hovering slow-skimming aircraft. For this job, he planned to use one of his new graphicopters, which were already being produced and sold by the Swift Construction Company.
The two Toms were deep in their discussion when Mr. Swift suddenly exclaimed, “Good nightl I almost forgot why I dropped over here. I happened to call home, and Sandy asked me to rout you out of your lab so you wouldn’t be late for your double date this evening.”
Tom grinned sheepishly. “I forgot, too,” he admitted. “Good old Sandy! She saved my life.”
After driving home with his father, Tom showered and changed. By the time he came downstairs, in a white shirt, bow tie, sport jacket, and slacks, Bud had already arrived and was chatting with Sandy in the living room.
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