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." I gave it
to my bride.
Gwen helped the one-armed woman with the three children and learned that
they were returning home to Kong, after having visited in Lucky Dragon the
paternal grandparents of the youngsters. The mother's name was Ekaterina
O'Toole; the kids were Patrick, Brigid, and Igor, aged eight, seven, and five.
Our other three passengers turned out to be Lady Diana Kerr-Shapley and her
husbands-wealthy and not inclined to fraternize with us plebs. Both her men
carried side arms-inside their suits. What is the sense in that?
The ground was not as even from there on, and it seemed to me that Auntie
stuck a little closer to the marked track. But she still drove fast and with
dash, bouncing us around on those big, low-pressure doughnuts in a fashion that
made me wonder about Bill's queasy stomach. At least he was not having to hold
Tree-San; Auntie had helped him lash it down in the cargo compartment aft. I
wished him luck; getting sick in one's helmet is dreadful-happened to me once, a
generation ago. Ugh!
We made another rest stop just before midnight. Adequate. The Sun was now a
few degrees higher and still rising. Auntie told us that we now had a hundred
and fifteen klicks left to roll and should be in Kong about on time, with God's
help.
God didn't give Auntie the help she deserved. We had been rolling about an
hour when out of nowhere (from behind a rock outcropping?) came another
rolligon, smaller and faster, cutting diagonally across our path
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