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Jinx worked out a way to get us to Lucky Dragon: Ingrid and Gwen were much
the same size except that Ingrid was temporarily distended around the equator.
She had a pregnancy pressure suit with an external corset that could be let out.
She also had a conventional suit she wore when not pregnant, one she could not
get into now-but Gwen could.
Jinx and I were about of a height, and he had two suits, both first quality
Goodrich Luna. I could see that he was about as willing to lend me one as a
cabinetmaker is to lend tools. But he was under pressure to work something out,
or he was going to have us as paying guests... and then as non-paying guests
when our money ran out. And they didn't really have room for us even while I
could still pay.
It was after ten the next morning before we suited up and climbed into the
rolligon-me in Jinx's second best, Gwen in Ingrid's not-pregnant suit, and Bill
in a restored antique that had belonged to the founder of Dry Bones Pressure, a
Mr. Soupie McClanahan, who had come to Luna long, long ago, before the
Revolution, as an involuntary guest of the government.
The plan was for each of us to get other temporary coverings at Lucky
Dragon Pressure, wear them to HKL, and send them back via the public bus, while
Gretchen took these suits back to her father after she let us off at Lucky
Dragon. Then, tomorrow, we would be in Hong Kong Luna and able to buy pressure
suits to fit our needs
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