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. So we hardly ever see each other, the Corps being what it is.
Oh, goodness! Richard, I'm going to cry. Make me stop!"
"Me? Lady, I'm just waiting for a bus. But you can use my handkerchief." I
offered it to her.
She accepted it, dabbed at her eyes. "Brute. Aunt Til, you should have
spanked him oftener."
"Wrong aunt, dear. That was Aunt Abigail, now gone to her reward."
"Aunt Abby was brutal," I commented. "Used a peach switch on me. And
enjoyed it."
"Should have used a club. Aunt Til, I can't wait to see Papa Mannie. It's
been so long."
"Hazel, you saw him right here- Right there," I said, pointing at a spot
halfway to the old barn, "only three days ago." 1 hesitated. "Or was it
thirty-seven days? Thirty-nine?"
"No, no, Richard! Neither. By my time, subjective, it's over two years."
Hazel added, to the others, "It's all still new to Richard. He was recruited,
his subjective time, just last week."
"But I wasn't recruited," I objected. "That's why we're here."
"We'll see, dear. Uncle Jock, that reminds me- I want to tell you something
and I must bend the Code a bit to do so. That doesn't worry me; I'm a Loonie and
never obey laws I don't like. But are you really so regulation that you won't
listen to 'coming attractions' talk?"
"Well-" Uncle Jock said slowly. Aunt Til snickered. Uncle Jock turned to
her and said, "Woman, what are you laughing at?"
"Me? I wasn't laughing
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