Susan put a hand to her bosom, then took her napkin and raised it to wipe a tear of laughter from the corner of her eye. ”“Thank the gods for that,” she said, and laughed rather distractedly. ”“Why not?”“Because they’re alive, and hungry,” Steven said. The ball was still there, however, unharmed and glowing the same enticing pink he remembered from so long ago—from Mejis, when he had been young and in love.
There were thinnies everywhere now, hadn’t he told them that? Worlds melting into one another as the forces of the “I think not. “The ball sees far, but sometimes it sees more. Too many cigarettes are apt to keep an old man like me awake.
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