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. "It took you long enough," she said. "I've been listening to you for the past hour."
"Mother Shaum! Don't shoot!"
She leaned forward, looked closely. "Baslim's kid!" She shook her head. "Boy, you're a mess . . . and you're hotter than a fire in a mattress, too. What possessed you to come here?"
"I didn't know where else to go."
She frowned. "I suppose that's a compliment . . . though I had ruther have had a plague of boils, if I'd uv had my druthers." She got out of bed in her nightdress, big bare feet slapping on the floor, and peered out the window at the street below. "Snoopies here, snoopies there, snoopies checking every joint in the street three times in one night and scaring my customers . . . boy, you've caused more hooraw than I've seen since the factory riots. Why didn't you have the kindness to drop dead?"
"You won't hide me, Mother?"
"Who said I wouldn't? I've never gone out of my way to turn anybody in yet. But I don't have to like it" She glowered at him. "When did you eat last?"
"Uh, I don't remember." "I'll scare you up something. I don't suppose you can pay for it?" She looked at him sharply.
"I'm not hungry. Mother Shaum, is the Sisu still in port?"
"Huh? I don't know. Yes, I do; she is -- a couple of her boys were in earlier tonight. Why?"
"I've got to get a message to her skipper. I've got to see him, I've just got to!"
She gave a moan of utter exasperation
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