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... because, without
your permission, I had them put a new foot on you." She looked scared.
There ought to be some rule limiting the number of emotional shocks a
person can legally be subjected to in one day. I've had all the standard
military training for slowing heart beat and lowering blood pressure and so
forth in a crunch. But usually the crunch won't wait and the damned drills
aren't all that effective anyway.
This time I simply waited while consciously slowing my breathing. Presently
I was able to say, without my voice breaking, "On the whole, I don't think that
calls for a beating." I tried to wiggle my foot on that side-I've always been
able to feel a foot there, even though it has been gone for years. "Did you have
them put it on front way to?"
"Huh? What do you mean, Richard?"
"I like to have my feet face forward. Not like a Bombay beggar." (Was that
a wiggle?) "Uh, Minerva, am I allowed to look at what was done? This sheet seems
to be fastened down tight."
Teena."
"Just arriving."
That unsolid wall blinked out again and in came the most offensively
handsome young man I have ever laid eyes on... and his offense was not reduced
by the fact that he showed up in my room starkers. Not a stitch. The oaf was not
even wearing shoes. He looked around and grinned. "Hi, everybody! Did someone
send for me? I was sunbathing-"
"You were asleep
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