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. Jacob Burroughs, Dr.
Jubal Harshaw, still another redhead-well, strawberry blonde-named Deety, and
still another one who was not her twin but should have been, a sweet girl named
Elizabeth and called Libby. I looked at these last two and whispered to Hazel,
"More of Lazarus's descendants? Or more of yours?"
"No. I don't think so. About Lazarus, I mean. I know they aren't mine; I'm
not quite that casual. One is from another universe and the other is more than a
thousand years older than I am. Blame it on Gilgamesh. Uh... at dinner did you
notice a little girl, another carrot top, paddling in the fountain?" '
"Yes. A cutie pie."
"She-" We started to load, all nine of us, into that four-place spaceplane.
Hazel said, "Ask me later," and climbed in. I started to follow. That small
giant took my arm firmly, which stopped me, as he outmassed me by about forty
kilos. "We haven't met. I'm Zeb Carter."
"I'm Richard Ames Campbell, Zeb. Happy to meet you." "And this is my mom,
Hilda Mae." He indicated the china doll.
I did not have time to consider the improbability of his assertion. Hilda
answered, "I'm his stepmother-in-law, parttime wife, and sometime mistress,
Richard; Zebbie is always not quite in focus. But he's sweet. And you belong to
Hazel, so that gives you the keys to the city." She reached up, put her hands on
my shoulders, stood on tiptoes, and kissed me
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