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. Mistress Gwendolyn, please explain to this dear lady that I am not a
patient, not a candidate for hospitalization. Perfect health. Not a sniffle, not
even a hangnail."
Tamara looked surprised and-no, not troubled but deeply concerned. She
stepped close to him, gently touched his left stump. "Are not we your legs to
back on put?"
Reb Ezra stopped smiling. "I'm sure you mean well. But I can't wear
prosthetics. Truly."
Tamara broke into that other language, speaking to Hazel. She listened,
then said, "Father Ezra, Tamara is speaking of real legs. Flesh and blood. They
can do it. Three ways they can do it."
Reb Ezra took a deep breath, sighed it out, looked at Tamara. "Daughter, if
you can put my legs back on... go ahead! Please," then added something, Hebrew I
think.
BOOK THREE-The Light at the End of the Tunnel
XXI
"God created woman to tame man,"
VOLTAIRE 1694-1778
I woke up slowly, letting my soul fit itself gently back into my body. I
kept my eyes closed while I spliced onto my memory and reviewed who I was and
where I was and what had happened.
Oh, yes, I had married Gwen Novak! Most unexpectedly but what a delightful
idea! And then we- Hey! that wasn't yesterday. Yesterday you-
Boy, yesterday you had a busy day! Started in Luna City, bounced to
Grinnell- How? Never mind "How" for the nonce. Accept it
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