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. He listened, then interrupted: "Midnight, what have you
been smoking? Let me talk to your wife; I can believe her."
"She can't talk to you now; she's driving this bus."
"Hold it. You tell me you are a passenger in the rolligon Hear Me, Jesus.
That's Lilybet Washington's bus; why is your wife driving it?"
"I tried to tell you. She's been shot. Auntie Lilybet, I mean, not my wife.
We were jumped by bandits."
"There are no bandits in that area."
"That's right; we killed 'em. Captain, listen, and quit jumping to
conclusions. We were attacked. We have three dead and two wounded... and my wife
is driving because she's the only able-bodied person left who can."
"You're wounded?"
"No."
"But you said your wife is the only able-bodied person left who can drive."
"Yes."
"Let me get this straight. Day before yesterday you were piloting a
spacecraft- Or was your wife the pilot?"
"I was the pilot. What's itching you. Captain?"
"You can pilot a spacecraft... but you can't drive a little old roily.
That's hard to swallow."
"Simple. I can't use my right foot."
"But you said you weren't wounded."
"I'm not. I've just lost a foot, that's all. Well, not 'lost'- I have it
here in my lap. But I can't use it."
"Why can't you use it?"
I took a deep breath and attempted to recall Siacci empiricals for
ballistics on atmosphere planets
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