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Then Gretchen called her mother on the roily's radio, reported our arrival,
and promised to call again in the morning. We went through the airlock, Gwen
carrying her case and purse and babying me. Bill carrying Tree-San and the
package containing Naomi's wig, and Gretchen carrying a huge bedroll. Once
inside, we helped each other shuck down; then I put my foot back on while
Gretchen hung up my suit and hers, and Bill and Gwen hung theirs, on long racks
opposite the airlock.
Gwen and Bill picked up their burdens and headed for a public 'fresher
around to the right of the airlock. Gretchen had turned to follow them when I
stopped her. "Gretchen, hadn't I better wait here till you three get back?"
"What for, Mr. Senator?" 'That suit of your papa's is valuable, and so is the
one Mistress Gwen is wearing. Maybe everyone here is honest... but the suits
aren't mine."
"Oh. Maybe everybody here is honest but don't count on it. So Papa says. I
wouldn't leave that darling little tree sitting around but don't ever worry
about a p-suit; nobody ever touches another Loonie's p-suit. Automatic
elimination at the nearest airlock. No excuses."
"Just like that, eh?"
"Yes, sir. Only it doesn't happen as everybody knows better. But I know
about one case, before I was born. A new chum, maybe he didn't know any better.
But he never did it again because a posse went after him and brought the p-suit
back
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