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"But that's what Cas and Pol call you and I'm two generations junior to
them. They require me to call them 'Uncle.'"
"I'll make them say 'Uncle'! Pay no attention to Castor and Pollux,
Gretchen; they're a bad influence."
"All right. But I think they're kind o' nice. But teases. Mr. Richard-"
"And no need to call me 'Mister.'" "Yes, sir. Hazel was busy-you were so
terribly ill!-so she turned me over to Maureen, who assigned me to Deety, who
got me started on Galacta and gave me some history to read and taught me basic
six-axes space-time theory and the literary paradox. Conceptual metaphysics-"
"Slow down! You lost me." Hazel said, "Later, Richard."
Gretchen said, "Well... the essential idea is that Tertius and Luna-our
Luna, I mean-are not on the same time line; they are at ninety degrees. So I
decided I wanted to stay here-easy enough if you are healthy; most of this
planet is still wilderness; immigrants are welcome-but there was the matter of
Mama and Papa; they would think I was dead.
"So Cas and Pol took me back to Luna-our Luna; not the Luna on this time
line-and Deety went with me. Back to Dry Bones, that is, early on the afternoon
of July fifth, less than an hour after I left in Cyrus Thorn's jumpbug. Startled
everybody. It was a good thing I had Deety with me to explain things, although
our p-suits convinced Papa as much as anything
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