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. Gretchen again introduced us and explained
what we needed. Charlie Wang nodded. "Bus rolls at noon? Be here at ten-thirty.
In Kong you return the suits to my cousin Johnny Wang at Sears Montgomery,
p-suit department. I'll call him."
Then we went back to Jake's Steak House. It wasn't steak and it was not
chop suey or chow mein and it was wonderfully good. We ate until we were full to
our eyeballs.
When we got back to Quiet Dreams tunnel, the overhead lights were out and
many of the billets were occupied by sleeping figures. A glow strip ran down the
side of me billets shelf, where it could not shine into the eyes of a sleeping
guest but would light the way of anyone moving around. There was a reading light
at Dr. Chan's desk, shielded from the sleepers. He appeared to be working on his
accounts, as he was operating a terminal with one hand and an abacus with the
other. He greeted us soundlessly; we whispered goodnight.
Coached by Gretchen we got ready for bed: Undress, fold your clothing and
put it and your shoes under the head of your bedroll as a pillow. I did so, and
added my cork foot. But I left on my underwear shorts, having noticed that Gwen
and Gretchen had left on their panties-and Bill put his back on when he somewhat
belatedly noticed what the rest of us did. We all headed for the refresher.
Even this nominal sop to modesty did not last; we showered together
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