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. And Gwen-
Come here, Gwen. This baby girl saved all our lives."
I'm not sure how old my bride is, but she is not a "baby girl." However,
that was the least distortion of fact that was heard in the next few minutes. To
put it in its mildest terms, Auntie told a pack of lies. With Gwen nodding and
backing her up and looking angelic.
It was not so much that the facts were wrong as that Auntie testified to
things she could not possibly have seen. Gwen must have coached her most
carefully.
Two loads of bandits had tackled us but they had fought each other; that
saved us, as all but two of them died in that fratricide. Those two I killed
with my bare hands and a walking stick-against laser guns. I am so heroic that I
amaze myself.
While these brave deeds were going on, I know Auntie was unconscious part
of the time, and flat on her back all of the time, able to see only the ceiling
of the bus. Yet she seemed to believe-I think she did believe-what she was
saying. So much for eyewitnesses.
(Not that I'm complaining!)
Then Auntie told how Gwen had driven us. I found myself pulling up a
trouser leg to show my prosthetic-something I never do-but did this time to show
why I had been unable to wear it while wearing a standard p-suit, and thereby
unable to drive.
But it was Gwen who brought down the house when Auntie finished her
highly-colored account
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