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. There may have been some oxygen in the pressure gas that greeted us, but
the stench made it impossible to tell. It reminded me of the jakes in a castle I
was once quartered in during the Three-Weeks War- on the Rhine it was, near
Remagen; it had a deep stone privy which was alleged never to have been cleaned
in over nine hundred years.
None of us was fined for being late, as our driver was even later. And so
was Bill. Dr. Chan had resealed Tree-San with a roll-and-clamp arrangement to
permit it to be watered more easily. Bill had solicited Aunt Lilybet's help.
They had managed it together, but not quickly. I don't know whether Bill had
time to pee or not. Auntie, of course, had time-the Hew Me couldn't roll until
Auntie arrived.
We made a meal stop about half past nineteen at a small pressure, four
families, called Rob Roy. After the last stop this one seemed like the acme of
civilization. The place was clean, the air smelled right, and the people were
friendly and hospitable. There was no choice in the menu-chicken and dumplings,
and moonberry pie-and the price was high. But what do you expect out in the
middle of nowhere on the face of the Moon? There was a souvenir stand of
handmade items, presided over by a little boy. I bought an embroidered change
purse that I had no use for, because those people were good to us. The
decoration on it read: "Rob Roy City, Capital of the Sea of Serenity
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