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. So Gay blinks
down below the AA radar-"
"You hope," said the car.
"-so mat we will show up simply as a subsonic private plane on air-control
radar, if there is any. None, that is, where we are."
"Optimist," the car sneered.
"Quit hitching. Have you spotted your squat?"
"Long since. If you'll quit yacking and give me permission, I'll take it."
"At will. Gay."
I said, "Hazel, I had counted on getting acquainted with my new daughter
about now. Wyoming."
"Don't fret, dear; she will never know we were away. That's the way to
handle it until a child is old enough to understand."
"She won't know, but I will. I'm disappointed. All right, let's table it."
The scene blinked again and we were on the ground. Cas said, "Please check
to see that you aren't leaving anything behind." As we got out and stood clear.
Gay Deceiver disappeared. I stared through the space she had occupied. My Uncle
Jock's house was two hundred meters away.
"Hazel, what date did Dora say this is?"
"Tuesday July first, 2177."
"That's what I thought I had heard. But when I thought it over I decided
that I must have been mistaken. I now see that she wasn't fooling: '77. Eleven
years in the past. Sweetheart, that ratty old barn there is standing where we
landed last Saturday, three days ago. You wheeled me from there toward the house
in Ezra's wheelchair
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