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doing? Those pictures from Venus were base! I've never been so humiliated!
What are you doing, Lutt?"
He ignored her and plunged through swinging doors to the sidewalk. There, he
slowed to a smooth, jogging stride. People looked at him strangely but
joggers were a familiar sight. A man called out, "Hey! Tough guy! Love your
PJs. Is barefoot the new way to jog?"
Shit! Where have you taken us? It was Lutt, a frantic thought in Ryll's
awareness. Where we going? Why are you running?
Ryll came to a stop and leaned against a lamp post. He felt ill, both
dismayed and relieved.
That damn Osceola! She still doing things to us?
Ryll held his thoughts to himself, trying to maintain bodily control, but Lutt
was pressing. Ryll felt muscles tremble and jerk.
That bitch! She sent me through Hell! I been inside a volcano. An insect
eaten by a bird. I
was some kinda fish chewed up by a shark! And even worse! And all the time,
I could hear her laughing. Damn chicken cackle! Where the hell are we, Ryll?
On the street near the Enquirer.
Where's my Nishi?
In your office, the last I saw her.
Why're we still in pajamas?
No time to change.
I'm taking over, Ryll! Let go of our body or I'll make sure we do something
the ZP is sure to hear about.
Your mother's in the Enquirer lobby and she's angry.
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Ryll allowed him a memory glimpse of the encounter.
Why'd you run like that? Lutt asked.
It seemed a good idea at the time. I, too, dislike that Osceola creature.
She do something to you, too?
I do not wish to discuss it.
Neither do I. Now, get outa the way, Ryll baby. I'm taking over!
With a definite feeling of relief, Ryll relaxed his hold on their flesh and
felt Lutt assume control. Ryll found himself astonished at how welcome it was
resuming the observer role. Am I
becoming a voyeur?
People stood all around him on the sidewalk, some passing, some standing to
gawk.
A woman said, "He does not look well."
A man said, "Hey! That's Lutt Hanson, Jr. You sick, pal?"
Lutt looked to his right. The Enquirer was two blocks away and across the
street. He recalled the Lowtown incident and the young woman spitting on
Phoenicia's hand.
I'm out here without Hanson Guards! And these people know who I am. Not
good.
The man who had asked about his health stepped one pace closer. "You need
help, Mister Hanson?
Your foot's bleeding. Why are you barefoot?"
"It was a bet and I won," Lutt said.
"Those crazy Hansons!" one of the gawkers said. Laughter greeted this, but it
was a friendly outburst.
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"Excuse me," Lutt said. He pushed his way through the throng. They yielded
easily.
Someone asked, "How much did you win?"
"Puh-lenty!" Lutt said.
"Way to go!" a man shouted.
More laughter. There appeared to be no enemies here, but Lutt walked back to
the Enquirer at a brisk pace. He did not breathe easily until he was in the
lobby and saw a squad of Hanson Guards trotting toward him.
"We were just coming to look for you, sir," one said as they closed in around
him. "You shouldn't leave without us."
There was no sign of his mother in the lobby.
"Have you seen my mother?" Lutt asked.
"She went out, sir," a guard said. "But she wants to see you pronto. Where
do you wish to go, sir?"
"Back to my office for some clothes and then we'll go to the Hanson compound.
Does anyone know where my brother is?"
"Mister Morey is out of town, sir," a guard said. "An errand for your
father."
Sent him someplace to keep him away from me, I'll bet, Lutt thought.
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But your brother has criminal companions, Ryll reminded him. Would they not
do his bidding? And where is this Woon?
I'll have to find out.
You live a very dangerous life, Lutt, but I am beginning to see its
attractions.
Upsy daisy, downsy daisy!
Kicksy daisy, stampsy daisy!
Picksy daisy, stripsy daisy!
Tearsy daisy, killsy daisy!
-- Children's chant from the childhood of Lutt Hanson, Jr.
The noonday sun hot and brilliant behind her, Lorna Subiyama paused in the
opening of the French doors from her pool patio near Austin, Texas. In a
custom-made pink swimming suit that gave the illusion of enormous nudity, she
ignored the wet trail she left as she moved into the room's shadows.
Prosik, wearing a lemon-yellow jumpsuit, stood at a table near the center of
the room leafing through a stack of papers.
"Carmelita said you wanted to see me muy pronto, honey," she said. "What you
want, I hope?"
"Oh." Prosik looked up from his papers. "Your office called. Hanson's been
seen in Seattle.
There's a message. They said to tell you right away." He pointed to a vidcom
screen built into the wall on his left.
She gave his bottom a hard slap, leaving a wet handprint as she passed him.
"How you coming on the garden plan, sweetie?"
"We plant tomorrow. The marketing people arrive next week for planning and
they want to hire a lab."
"Why they want to do that?" She stopped at the communicator and touched its
keys.
"They want a better way to ship bazeel fresh. If we can get it as far away as
New York undamaged, profits will be very big."
She leaned close to the vidcom screen, reading as she spoke. "You got a good
business head, Lew honey. Wouldn't be a bit surprised if we made a killing in
your bazeel." [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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doing? Those pictures from Venus were base! I've never been so humiliated!
What are you doing, Lutt?"
He ignored her and plunged through swinging doors to the sidewalk. There, he
slowed to a smooth, jogging stride. People looked at him strangely but
joggers were a familiar sight. A man called out, "Hey! Tough guy! Love your
PJs. Is barefoot the new way to jog?"
Shit! Where have you taken us? It was Lutt, a frantic thought in Ryll's
awareness. Where we going? Why are you running?
Ryll came to a stop and leaned against a lamp post. He felt ill, both
dismayed and relieved.
That damn Osceola! She still doing things to us?
Ryll held his thoughts to himself, trying to maintain bodily control, but Lutt
was pressing. Ryll felt muscles tremble and jerk.
That bitch! She sent me through Hell! I been inside a volcano. An insect
eaten by a bird. I
was some kinda fish chewed up by a shark! And even worse! And all the time,
I could hear her laughing. Damn chicken cackle! Where the hell are we, Ryll?
On the street near the Enquirer.
Where's my Nishi?
In your office, the last I saw her.
Why're we still in pajamas?
No time to change.
I'm taking over, Ryll! Let go of our body or I'll make sure we do something
the ZP is sure to hear about.
Your mother's in the Enquirer lobby and she's angry.
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Ryll allowed him a memory glimpse of the encounter.
Why'd you run like that? Lutt asked.
It seemed a good idea at the time. I, too, dislike that Osceola creature.
She do something to you, too?
I do not wish to discuss it.
Neither do I. Now, get outa the way, Ryll baby. I'm taking over!
With a definite feeling of relief, Ryll relaxed his hold on their flesh and
felt Lutt assume control. Ryll found himself astonished at how welcome it was
resuming the observer role. Am I
becoming a voyeur?
People stood all around him on the sidewalk, some passing, some standing to
gawk.
A woman said, "He does not look well."
A man said, "Hey! That's Lutt Hanson, Jr. You sick, pal?"
Lutt looked to his right. The Enquirer was two blocks away and across the
street. He recalled the Lowtown incident and the young woman spitting on
Phoenicia's hand.
I'm out here without Hanson Guards! And these people know who I am. Not
good.
The man who had asked about his health stepped one pace closer. "You need
help, Mister Hanson?
Your foot's bleeding. Why are you barefoot?"
"It was a bet and I won," Lutt said.
"Those crazy Hansons!" one of the gawkers said. Laughter greeted this, but it
was a friendly outburst.
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"Excuse me," Lutt said. He pushed his way through the throng. They yielded
easily.
Someone asked, "How much did you win?"
"Puh-lenty!" Lutt said.
"Way to go!" a man shouted.
More laughter. There appeared to be no enemies here, but Lutt walked back to
the Enquirer at a brisk pace. He did not breathe easily until he was in the
lobby and saw a squad of Hanson Guards trotting toward him.
"We were just coming to look for you, sir," one said as they closed in around
him. "You shouldn't leave without us."
There was no sign of his mother in the lobby.
"Have you seen my mother?" Lutt asked.
"She went out, sir," a guard said. "But she wants to see you pronto. Where
do you wish to go, sir?"
"Back to my office for some clothes and then we'll go to the Hanson compound.
Does anyone know where my brother is?"
"Mister Morey is out of town, sir," a guard said. "An errand for your
father."
Sent him someplace to keep him away from me, I'll bet, Lutt thought.
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But your brother has criminal companions, Ryll reminded him. Would they not
do his bidding? And where is this Woon?
I'll have to find out.
You live a very dangerous life, Lutt, but I am beginning to see its
attractions.
Upsy daisy, downsy daisy!
Kicksy daisy, stampsy daisy!
Picksy daisy, stripsy daisy!
Tearsy daisy, killsy daisy!
-- Children's chant from the childhood of Lutt Hanson, Jr.
The noonday sun hot and brilliant behind her, Lorna Subiyama paused in the
opening of the French doors from her pool patio near Austin, Texas. In a
custom-made pink swimming suit that gave the illusion of enormous nudity, she
ignored the wet trail she left as she moved into the room's shadows.
Prosik, wearing a lemon-yellow jumpsuit, stood at a table near the center of
the room leafing through a stack of papers.
"Carmelita said you wanted to see me muy pronto, honey," she said. "What you
want, I hope?"
"Oh." Prosik looked up from his papers. "Your office called. Hanson's been
seen in Seattle.
There's a message. They said to tell you right away." He pointed to a vidcom
screen built into the wall on his left.
She gave his bottom a hard slap, leaving a wet handprint as she passed him.
"How you coming on the garden plan, sweetie?"
"We plant tomorrow. The marketing people arrive next week for planning and
they want to hire a lab."
"Why they want to do that?" She stopped at the communicator and touched its
keys.
"They want a better way to ship bazeel fresh. If we can get it as far away as
New York undamaged, profits will be very big."
She leaned close to the vidcom screen, reading as she spoke. "You got a good
business head, Lew honey. Wouldn't be a bit surprised if we made a killing in
your bazeel." [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]