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"Don't worry about it," Minerva advised me. "I must worry about it. Bills
must be paid. And I don't even have Medicare." I looked at the Rabbi. "Rabbi,
how did you finance your-transplants, are they?- You're as far from home and
your bank account as I am."
"Farther than you think. And it is no longer appropriate to address me as
Rabbi-where we are today, the Torah is not known. I am now Private Ezra
Davidson, Time Corps Irregulars. That pays my bills. I think something like it
pays yours. Teena, can you-I mean, 'will you'-tell Dr. Ames the account to which
his bills are charged?"
"He has to ask it himself."
"I do ask, Teena. Please tell me."
'"Campbell, Colin,' also known as 'Ames, Richard': charges, all
departments, to Senior's special account, 'Galactic Overlord-Miscellaneous.' So
don't fret, lover boy; you're a charity case, all bills on the house. Of course
the ones on that account usually don't live long."
"Athene!"
"But, Minnie, that's the simple truth. An average of one point seven three
missions, then we pay their death benefits. Unless he's ordered to some
featherbed job at THQ."
(I was not listening carefully. "Galactic Overlord" indeed! Only one person
could have set up that account. The playful little darling. Damn it, dear-where
are you?)
That none-too-solid wall blinked away again. "Am I too late for breakfast?
Oh, pshaw! Hello, darling!"
It was she!
XXII
"When in doubt, tell the truth
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