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... although there were darker rumors, ones
that caused me to avoid all sorts of ground pork.
"There is still a third way, sir, adequate for moving us as far as that
terminal booth. That being as far as we can go until the housing office gives us
a new assignment. Once we know our new address we can call for a cage and wait
for it.
"The booth is only a short distance. Sir, earlier you said you could carry
both your bag and your bundle, with your cane strapped to your bag. For this
short distance I agree to that. I can carry both my cases, one in each hand,
with the strap of my purse let out so that I can sling it over my shoulder.
"The only problem then is the little tree. Richard, you've seen pictures in
National Geographic of native girls carrying bundles on their heads?" She didn't
wait for me to agree; she picked up the little potted tree, placed it atop her
head, took her hands away, smiled at me, and sank down, bending only her knees,
spine straight and bearing erect-picked up her two cases.
She walked the length of her compartment, turned and faced me. I applauded.
"Thank you, sir. Just one thing more. The walkways arc sometimes crowded.
If someone jostles me, I'll do this." She simulated staggering from being
bumped, dropped both cases, caught the bonsai as it fell, put it back on top her
head, again picked up her luggage. "Like that
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