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"Welcome to family. Colonel." He offered me his right hand.
"Thank you, sir."
Hazel turned to the third man. "And Richard, this-"
"-is Dr. Hubert," Uncle Jock interrupted. "LAfe, slap skin with my nephew
Colonel Colin Campbell. Welcome home, Dickie. What are you doing in that baby
carriage?" • "Just lazy, I guess. Where's Aunt Cissy?"
"Locked up, of course; knew you were coming. But what have you been doing?
Looks like you failed to duck. Sadie, you have to expect that from Dickie; he's
always been slow. Hard to toilet train and never did leam pattycake."
I was selecting a sufficiently insulting answer to this canard (I learned
long ago the way to treat our family scandal) when the ground shook, followed
immediately by Krrrumpf Not nuclear, just high explosive. But disquieting just
the same; HE is not a toy and is not a better way to become dead-there isn't
one. Uncle said, "Don't pee your pants, Dickie; they're not shooting at us.
Lafe, will you examine him here? Or inside?"
Dr. Hubert said, "Let me see your pupils. Colonel."
So I looked at him as he looked at me. When Hazel stopped pushing the
wheelchair, the spaceplane was then on my left; but when that HE detonation took
place, the spaceplane was abruptly elsewhere. Gone. "-not a rack behind." Least
hypothesis suggests that I was out of my gourd.
Nobody else seemed to notice it
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