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. I now did this to Mr. Sethos,
primarily by thinking about that cat. I stood... and waited.
He stared at us... and at last stood up, bowed slightly and said, "Madam...
will you please be seated?"
Whereupon we both sat down. Round one to us, on points. I could not have
done it without Gwen. But I did have her help and once I got my butt into his
chair he was not going to get it out-until I got what I wanted.
I sat still, kept quiet, and waited.
When Mr. Sethos's blood pressure reached triggering level, he said, "Well?
You've managed to bull your way into my office. What's this nonsense about
Senator Cantor?"
"I expect you to tell me. Have you assigned Senator Cantor to my wife's
compartment?"
"Eh? Don't be ridiculous. Mistress Novak has a one-room efficiency
compartment, the smallest size in first class. The Senator from Standard Oil, if
he came here, would be in a deluxe suite. Of course."
"Mine, perhaps? Is that why you evicted me? For the Senator?"
"What? Don't put words in my mouth; the Senator isn't aboard. We've been
forced to ask a number of our guests to shift around, you among them. The new
section, you know. Before it can we welded on, all compartments and spaces
adjacent to ring one-thirty must be evacuated. So we have to double up
temporarily to make room for our displaced guests. Your compartment will have
three families in it, as I recall
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