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. "What made you say that, Thor?"
"Well, you are pretty close to him. Aren't you?"
She stood up suddenly. "If you've finished, let's walk."
Thorby stood up. They strolled paths, watched the storm, listened to its soft noises against the dome. She guided them to a spot away from the house and shielded by bushes and there sat down on a boulder. "This is a good spot -- for private conversation."
"It is?"
"When the garden was wired, I made sure that there was somewhere I could be kissed without Daddy's snoopers listening in."
Thorby stared. "You mean that?"
"Surely you realize you are monitored almost everywhere but the ski slopes?"
"I didn't. And I don't like it"
"Who does? But it is a routine precaution with anything as big as Rudbek; you mustn't blame Daddy. I just spent some credits to make sure the garden wasn't as well wired as he thought So if you have anything to say you don't want Daddy to hear, you can talk now. He'll never know. That's a cross-my-heart promise."
Thorby hesitated, then checked the area. He decided that if a microphone were hidden nearby it must be disguised as a flower . . . which was possible. "Maybe I ought to save it for the ski slope."
"Relax, dear. If you trust me at all, trust me that this place is safe."
"Uh, all right" He found himself blurting out his frustrations . . . his conclusion that Uncle Jack was intentionally thwarting him unless he would turn over his potential power
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