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. I didn't see how a daughter of Katie and Jerry - or is it just of Katie? - could have such poor taste as to pick that boor as a pal. Not Israfel, of course, but the part he was playing.'
'Oh. Better fix that, too. Katie, what relation are we?'
'I don't think even Dr Darwin could find any genetic relationship, dear. But I am every bit as proud of you as. I would be were you my own daughter.'
'Thank you, Mom!'
'But we are all related,' I objected, 'through Mother Eve. Since Katie, wrinkles and all, was born while the Children of Israel were wandering in the wilderness, there are only about eighty begats from Eve to Katie. With your birthdate and simple arithmetic we could make a shrewd guess at how close your blood relationship is.'
'Oh, oh! Here we go again. Saint Alec, Mama Kate is descended from Eve; I am not. Different species. I'm an imp. An afrit, if you want to get technical.'
She again vanished her clothes and did a body transformation. 'See?'
I said, 'Say! Weren't you managing the desk at the Sans Souci Sheraton the evening I arrived in Hell?'
'I certainly was. And I'm flattered that you remember me, in my own shape.' She resumed her human appearance, plus the tiny bikini. 'I was there because I knew you by sight. Pop didn't want anything to go wrong.'
Katie stood up. 'Let's continue this dip before dinner'
'I'm busy seducing Saint Alec.ґ
'Dreamer. Continue it outdoors
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