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. Those nogoodniks."
"It didn't matter. Because the characters grew anemic and died. Without you
the show was never the same."
"I had to quit; Buster grew up. I supplied the twists; he supplied the
gore. Sometimes I got soft-hearted; Buster never did."
"Hazel? Why don't we revive it? We'll plot it together; you write it; I'll
do the cooking and housekeeping." I stopped and looked at her. "What in the
world are you crying about?"
"I'll cry if I want to! You call me 'Hazel'-you believe me!"
"I have to believe you. Anybody could trick me about blood types or
thumbprints. But not about commercial fiction. Not this old hack writer. You're
the real McCoy, my love, the authentic scourge of the spaceways. But you're
still my sweaty little nymphomaniac-I find I don't mind that you are a couple of
centuries old."
"I am not either two centuries old! I won't be for years and years."
"But you're still my sweaty little nymphomaniac?"
"If you'll let me."
I grinned at her. "Do I have any say in the matter? Get your clothes off
and let's do some plotting."
"'Plotting'?"
"All the best writing is done with the gonads, Hazel my lusty bride-didn't
you know that? Battle stations! Here comes the Galactic Overlord!"
"Oh, Richard!"
XVIII
"When it comes to a choice between kindness and honesty, my vote is for
kindness, every time-giving or receiving
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