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. Lazarus, take the advice of the only friend you have whom you can't
cheat and who loves you in spite of your evil ways, namely me: Cut your losses,
pal, and sweet-talk your way out. Make the last hundred meters on your belly and
maybe Richard will let you start over. He's not hard to get along with. Pet him,
and he purrs, just like that kitten." (I had Pixel in my lap, petting him, he
having climbed my old leg, driving pitons as he went-I lost some blood but not
enough to require transfusion.) "Ask Minerva. Ask Galahad. Ask Gretchen or Xia.
Ask Laz or Lor. Ask anybody."
(I decided to ask Teena-privately-to fill me in on gaps in my memory. Or
would that be wise?) Lazarus said, "I never intended to offend you. Colonel. If
I spoke too bluntly, I'm sorry."
"Forget it."
"Shake on it?" "All right." I put out my hand, he took it. He gave a good
grip, with no attempt to set a bonecrusher. He looked me in the eye and I felt
his warmth. The bastich is hard to dislike- when he tries.
My darling said, "Hang on to your wallet, dear; I'm still going to drag
this out onto the floor."
"Really, is it necessary?" "It is. You're new here, darling. Lazarus can
steal the socks off your feet without taking off your shoes, sell them back to
you, make you think you got a bargain-then steal your shoes when you sit down to
put your socks on, and you'll end up thanking him
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