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"Something is wrong here. Gay should not be asking directly. Should she?"
"I don't think she trusts Cas's judgment."
"She may have reason. Who's commanding?"
"I am."
"Oh. I'll let you know who goes, who stays, after I talk to my papa and
Uncle Jock. A few minutes, I think. You can let Gay park in a dead zone if you
wish but please have her stay on my frequency triple; we may be in a hurry.
Right now I want to move my husband... but first I must ask another of our
passengers to lend me his wheelchair."
Hazel turned to leave. I called out, "I don't need a wheel-chair," but she
didn't hear me. Apparently.
Two of the redheads lifted me out of the craft and placed me in Ezra's
wheelchair, with its back support lowered and front support lifted; one of them
spread a kingsize bath towel over my lap and legs. I said, "Thanks, Laz." .
"I'm Lor. Don't be surprised if this towel vanishes; we've never tried
taking one outside before."
She got back aboard and Hazel wheeled me under the nose of the craft and
around to its port side... which suited me, as I had seen at once that this was
indeed a sort of spaceplane, with lifting body and retractable wings-and I was
curious to see how the designer had managed to crowd two large refreshers into
its port side. It did not seem aerodynamically possible.
And it wasn't. Portside was like the starboard side, sleek and slender
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