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. No, wait a sec. Where are you two going?' He looked at Margrethe.
'We're going to Kansas, Mr Farnsworth.'
'Call me Jerry, dear. In your skin?'
'We have no clothing, sir. We lost it.'
I added, 'Mr Farnsworth - Jerry - we're in a distressed state. We lost everything. Yes, we are going to Kansas, but first we must find clothes somewhere - Red Cross, maybe, I don't know. And I've got to find a job and make us some money. Then we'll go to Kansas.'
'I see. I think I do. Some of it. How are you going to get to Kansas?'
'I had in mind continuing straight on to Oklahoma City, then north. Stick to the main highways. Since we're hitchhiking.'
'Alec, you really are lost. See that fence? Do you know the penalty for a pedestrian caught inside that fence?'
'No, I don't.'
'Ignorance is bliss. You'll be much better off on the small side roads where hitching is still legal, or at least tolerated. If you're for Oke City, I can help you along. Hang on.' He did something at controls in front of him. He didn't touch the wheel because there wasn't any wheel to touch. Instead there were two hand grips.
The car vibrated faintly, then jumped sideways. I felt as if I had fallen into soft mush and my skin tingled as with static electricity. The car bucked like a small boat in a heavy sea, but that 'soft mush' kept me from being battered about. Suddenly it quieted down and only that faint vibration continued
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