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. Anyone
who can read English can tell whether or not the two work-ups match;
it doesn't take the sort of expertise required to match fingerprints. If
that doesn't say I am me, then send for a straitjacket;
it'll be time to put me away."
"Gwen, we're not going back to Kong. Not for anything."
"No need to. We pay the blood bank at Galileo to have a transcript from
Kong printed out by terminal." Her face clouded. "But it will blow my cover as
Mistress Novak. Once those two records are side by side they'll know that
Grandmother Hazel has returned to the scene of her crimes. I don't know what
that will do to my mission; it was not supposed to happen. But I do know that
convincing you is absolutely essential to my mission."
"Gwen, assume that you've convinced me."
'Truly, dear? You wouldn't lie to me?"
(Yes, I would, little love. But I must admit that your words are
persuasive. All that you have said matches my own careful study of Lunar
history... and you deal with little details as if you had been there. It all is
convincing but the physical impossibility-you are young, darling; you are not an
old crone of more than a century.) "Sweetheart, you've given me two positive
ways to identify you. So let's assume that I've checked out one or the other or
both. Let's stipulate that you're Hazel. Do you prefer to be called Hazel?"
"I answer to both names, darling
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