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. "I had that honor." \ "What outfit?"
"Go for Broke, Oahu."
"Old 'Go for Broke,'" I said reverently. "The most decorated outfit in all
history. Proud, man, proud!"
"On behalf of my comrades I thank you. And you, sir?"
"I dropped with... Campbell's Killers."
Mr. Kondo drew air through his teeth. "Ah, so! Proud indeed." He bowed
again and went quickly into the kitchen.
I stared glumly at my plate. Caught out-Kondo had recognized me. But when
the day comes that, asked point blank, I deny my comrades, don't bother to check
my pulse, don't even bother to cremate me-just haul me out with the swill.
"Richard?"
"Huh? Yes, dear?"
"May I be excused?"
"Certainly. Do you feel all right?"
"Quite all right, thank you, but I have something to take care of." She
left, headed for the passage leading to the lounges and the exit, moving in that
featherlight motion that is dancing rather than walking-at a tenth gee real
walking can be accomplished only by wearing grips, magnetic or otherwise-or very
long practice; Mr. Kondo was not wearing grips-he glided like a cat.
"Senator?"
"Yes, Bill?"
"Is she mad at me?"
"I don't think so." I was about to add that I would be displeased with him
if he persisted in-then shut up in my mind. Threatening to leave Bill behind was
too much like beating a baby; he had no armor
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