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So I pretended not to and looked at my physician... and wondered where I
had seen him lately.
"No concussion, I think. What's the natural log of pi?"
"If I had all my marbles, would I be here? Look, Doc, no guessing games,
please; I'm tired." Another HE shell (or bomb) landed nearby, closer if
anything. Dr. Hubert moved the towel off my left leg, poked at the pack Xia had
placed.
"Does that hurt?"
"Hell, yes!"
"Good. Hazel, you had best take him home. I can't take proper care of him
here as we are about to shift to New Harbor in Beulahland; the Angelenos have
taken Des Moines and are moving this way. He's in good shape for a man who's
taken a hit... but he should have proper treatment without delay."
I said, "Doctor, are you any relation to the redheaded girls in that
spaceplane we arrived in?"
"They're not girls; they are superannuated juvenile delinquents. Whatever
they told you I deny categorically. Give them my love."
Hazel blurted, "But I have to make my report!"
Everybody talked at once until Dr. Hubert said, "Quiet! Hazel goes with her
husband and sees him settled in, stays as long as she finds necessary, then
reports to New Harbor... but with time tick established now. Objection? So
ordered."
Having that spaceplane reappear was even more disconcerting and I'm glad I
didn't watch. Or not much
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