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. And now I'm nineteen but officially twenty to let me be
promoted to sergeant-after we fought at New Brunswick. Not this time line," she
added.
"Gretchen is a natural for a military career," Hazel said quietly. "I knew
she would be."
"And I've been ordered to officer's school but that's been placed on hold
until I have this baby and-"
"What baby?" I looked at her belly. Baby fat all gone- not plumped the way
it was four days ago by my reckoning ... six years ago by the wild tale I was
hearing. Not pregnant so far as I could see. Then I looked at her eyes and under
her eyes. Well, maybe. Probably.
"Doesn't it show? Hazel spotted it at once. So did Xia."
"Not to me, it doesn't." (Richard old son, time to bite the bullet; you're
going to have to change your plans. She's knocked up and, while you didn't do
it, your presence changed her life. Skewed her Karma. So get with it. No matter
how stiff-lipped and brave a youngster appears to be, when she's going to have a
baby she needs a husband in sight, or she can't be relaxed about it. Can't be
happy. A young mother must be happy. Hell, man, you've written this plot for the
confession books dozens of times; you know what you have to do. So do it.)
I went on, "Now look here, Gretchen, you can't get away from me that
easily. Last Wednesday night in Lucky Dragon- well, it was last Wednesday night
to me, but you've been gallivanting around strange time lines-and kicking up
your heels, apparently
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