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. By 'we' I mean myself and Hilda and Zebadiah and my daughter-
my daughter Deety, not my daughter Jane Libby. Jay Ell was born here."
"You slid home. Pop," Deety told him.
"But just barely," Jane Libby added.
"But he did touch home plate. You can't disown him for that, dear."
"I don't want to. As pops go, he's tolerable."
I did not try to sort this out; I was gathering a conviction that all
Tertians were certifiably insane by Iowa standards. "Dr. Burroughs, I am not
from the twentieth century. I was born in Iowa in 2133."
'•Near enough, at this distance. Different time lines, I believe-divergent
universes-but you and I speak much the same accent, dialect, and vocabulary; the
cusp that placed you in one world and me in another must lie not far back in our
pasts. Who reached the Moon first and what year?"
"Neil Armstrong, 1969."
"Oh, that world. You've had your troubles. But so have we. For us the first
Lunar landing was in 1952, HMAAFS Pink Koala, Ballox O'Malley commanding." Dr.
Burroughs looked up and around. "Yes, LAzarus? Something troubling you? Fleas?
Hives?"
"If you and your daughters do not want to work, I suggest that you go chat
elsewhere. Next door, perhaps; the fabulists and the historians don't mind
chasing rabbits. Colonel Camp-bell, I think that you will find it convenient to
feed your cat elsewhere, too
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