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. Try it on a false
foot with a stump that has already been used too much in walking and too much in
carrying for one day.
Gwen spotted it, in my voice, or my face, or my walk, or something-or she
read my mind, maybe; I'm not sure she can't. She stopped.
I stopped. "Trouble, dear?"
"Yes. Senator, put down that bundle. I'll balance Tree-San on my head. Give
me the bundle."
"I'm all right."
"Yes, sir. You surely are and I'm going to keep you that way. It is your
privilege to be macho whenever you wish... and it's my privilege to go female
and be vaporish and weak and unreasonable. Right now I'm about to faint. And
I'll stay that way until you give me the bundle. You can beat me later."
"Hmm. When is it my turn to win an argument?"
"On your birthday, sir. Which this is not. Let me have the bundle. Please."
It was not an argument I wanted to win; I handed over the bundle. Bill and
Gwen went on ahead of me, with Bill walking 1 in front, breaking trail. She
never lost control of the burden balanced on her head, even though the road was
not corridor-smooth-a dirt road. Real dirt-a piece of totally unnecessary swank.
I limped slowly along behind, leaning heavily on my cane and putting almost
no weight on my stump. By the time I reached the outdoor restaurant I felt
fairly well recovered.
Dr. Schultz was leaning against the bar with an elbow hooked over it
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