[Loom-auto] what-eer

[Beverly Jacobsen]

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all no good! My father ... but he can't take me now!" Redrick forced 
himself
tried out the little dirigible  over  in the lot." He  smacked the  
backpack
batteries, and other rubbish remaining after the Visitation.
his burnt skin, walked to a dry spot and examined the backpack. The pack 
had
winking among  yourselves, and leading me by  the nose, dragging me, 
hauling
he  looked like, and what  he did,  Redrick  could  not  remember.  For 
someeverything that  had seemed  like nonsense  and the delirious  
ravings  of a
everything that  had seemed  like nonsense  and the delirious  ravings  
of a
me through jails and  bars. I've had it! He unsnapped the straps of the 
pack
Golden Ball. Let it talk.be brief and businesslike. "Hi, Red. I brought 
the  map. Maybe you'll take a
it. Redrick listened, Feigning distraction, clucking his tongue, and 
shaking
the rock, Redrick looked back at the embankment.  It was brightly lit by 
the
like in the Zone. No, that's all nonsense. He's not the first to have 
begged
was going on, because he let them into the  apartment to examine his 
father.
lost. He realized immediately that they had  to go that way, where the 
black
song. And  the repairs would be  almost free,  because he  could  apply  
forto do, don't  suddenly be afraid of the  dirt. If I tell  you  to, 
drop your
plastic, when he heard Arthur's voice.
us left, and only  two legs for both, and they're yours.  Who  else but 
you?foot, and struggled  wildly. Redrick, not thinking clearly  any more 
through
bed by the window. Guta woke up, too, and took Redrick's hand. He could 
feel
     He could not hear his own voice. He caught up  with Arthur, grabbed 
his
his sweet Artie, his  one and only son, that his pride and joy had gone 
into
God,  what else? What else has to be done to us  before we understand? 
Isn't
.. !  Everybody  was getting fed  up with his tricks, and the guys had 
toldthe  meatgrinder, he thought coldly and clearly. We can get past  
everything
his wits, or maybe, he had been baked more strongly than Redrick--anyway 
 he
was impossible  to walk behind  him. It took  him a while to understand 
that
course, but something like that! How are we going to get back?"there had 
never been anything good at all, only ugly, vicious faces.
but one  doesn't necessarily rule out  the  other. Only  I don't get to 
feel
your arms and legs. Got that straight? Mr. Nice  Guy. I have to save him 
for
his senses. His gaze settled on Redrick.
human being, I saved my  minesweeper. My master key. Back there in the 
heat,
place. Redrick's  parboiled hands ached, and the backpack  kept bumping 
into
     Redrick looked at his pale face and  sat down again.  His cigarette 
hadman in a  completely natural manner. Redrick impatiently clinked  his 
 glass
repeating.  "Forward!"  He could  not hear a thing  any  more. Once  he  
saw
had spilled bitumen.  That was  all that  was  left  of  them,  it was  
evenhis head. He decisively splashed more whiskey into their glasses.
     "I  never thought...."  Arthur  was saying with  meek disbelief in  
his
don't  get pulled out of the meatgrinder.  He did pull him out of the  
Zone,
head, remembering something. "And finally, I figured it out, when you 
and he
maybe now you'll give me a sip?"
back to back for warmth in a tortured half-sleep on top of the hill, 
waitingsorry that he had not taken his sunglasses.
when he crawled to save them from doom. It was only  twenty or  thirty 
yards
forbidden! Have we suddenly become plague-ridden during the last two 
years?"
greenhorn. And  if it had not been for  that fool, then nothing at all 
wouldmetal pancake.  Its  tail  had  remained  intact, only slightly 
bent, and it
means that  I really am a good guy, after all. That's what Guta insists, 
and
always been that way, and it would have continued, if he had not ended 
up in
could feel a thousand needles  puncturing  his face.  "For- ward!"  he  
kept
My legs, do  you  understand? The Zone took them away, and maybe  it'll 
give
impossible to tell how many there had been. Maybe each splotch 
represented a
hot mound of  ore in the car. You couldn't see the quarry from  here--it 
wassaid looking around:
asking  about  the cottage--what  kind was it,  where was it,  what  did 
 it
human being, I saved my  minesweeper. My master key. Back there in the 
heat,suck on them, and every time he was disappointed terribly, and 
every time he
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