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"How?"
"Bribery, my love. Lies and money. Lavish lies and a parsimonious use of
money. Unless you are wealthy. I never thought to ask before I married you."
"Me?" Gwen's eyes went wide. "But, Richard, I married you for your money."
"You did? Lady, you've been swindled. Do you want to see a lawyer?"
"I suppose so. Is that what they call 'statutory rape'?"
"No, 'statutory rape' is carnal knowledge of a statue... although why
anyone should care I have never understood. I don't think it's against
regulations here." I turned back to the terminal. "Do you want that lawyer? Or
shall we look for Schultz?"
"Uh... Richard, we're having a very odd honeymoon. Let's go back to bed."
"Bed can wait. But you can have another waffle while I try to look up
Schultz." I keyed the terminal again for directory, scrolled for "Schultz."
I found nineteen listings for "Schultz" but no "Enrico Schultz." Small
wonder. I did find "Hendrik Schultz," so I keyed for amplification:
"The Reverend Doctor Hendrik Hudson Schultz, B.S., M.A., D.D., D.H.L.,
K.G.B., Past Grand Master Royal Astrological Society. Scientific Horoscopy at
moderate prices. Weddings solemnized. Family counseling. Eclectic and holistic
therapy. Investments advice. Bets accepted at all hours at track odds. Petticoat
Lane at ring ninety-five, next to Madame Pompadour." Over this was his picture
in holo, smiling and repeating his slogan: "I'm Father Schultz, your friend in
need
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