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. No, delete "silly"-it had, quite possibly, saved my life. I took it
off, stuffed it into a pocket. Then I took that fez off, looked around for
somewhere to put it-tucked it under my chest belt. "Let's see if we are secure
for space," I said.
"Isn't it a little late for that, Richard?"
"I always do my check-off lists after I lift," I told her. "I'm the
optimistic type. You have a purse and a large package from Macy's; how arc they
secured?"
"They arc not, as yet. If you will refrain from goosing mis craft while I
do it, I'll unstrap and net them." She started to unstrap.
"Woops! Before unstrapping you must get permission from the pilot."
"I thought I had it."
"You do now. But don't make that mistake again. Mr. Christian, His
Majesty's Ship Bounty is a taut ship and will remain that way. Bill! How are you
doing back there?"
" 'M okay."
"Are you secure in all ways? When I twist her tail, I don't want any loose
change flying around the cabin."
"He's belted in properly," Gwen assured me. "I checked him. He is holding
Tree-San's pot flat against his tummy and he has my promise that, if he lets go
of it, we will bury him without rites."
"I'm not sure it will stand up under acceleration."
"Neither am I but there was no way to pack it. At least it will be in the
correct attitude for acceleration-and I'm reciting some spells
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