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. "Justin! Over here, dear. Spare me
a moment."
He worked his way toward us, stepping over children and dogs, and on
arrival bussed my bride in the all-out fashion she always received. He said to
her, "Fluttermouse, you've been away too long."
"Business, dear. Justin, this is my beloved husband Richard."
"Our house is yours." He kissed me. Well, I was braced for it; it had
happened so often. These people kissed as often as early Christians. However,
this was an aunt's peck, all protocol and bone dry.
"Thank you, sir."
"Please be assured that it is not our custom to put pressure on guests.
Lazarus is a law unto himself but he does not act for the rest of us." Justin
Foote smiled at me, then turned his attention to my bride. "Hazel, will you
permit me to obtain from Athene a copy, for the Archives, of your remarks to
Lazarus?"
"Whatever for? I chewed him out; it's done with." "It is of historical
interest. No one else, not even Ishtar, has ever spanked the Senior as
thoroughly as you did. There is scant disapproval of him on record, of any
degree. Most people find it hard to disagree with him openly even when they
disagree most. So it is not only an interesting item for future scholars, but it
could also be of service to Lazarus himself if he ever scanned it. He is so used
to getting his own way that it is good for him to be reminded now and then that
he is not God
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