He waited, looking straight at me. "Well? What about it?"
"According to your C.I. record," I said, "you had three months of intermittent telenosis therapy."
He shrugged. "That's right. Lots of people do. You still haven't asked your question."
"Yes, I have," I replied. "I'll leave now. Thanks for your time."
The gorilla-secretary was opening the front door for me, when Grogan spoke again. "Langston."
I turned around.
Grogan was standing in the door of the library.
"Langston," he repeated. "I don't know what your angle is. I don't know why you came here, or whether you got what you wanted. Furthermore, I don't care much. Five years ago is not today, Langston. I've changed. Just the same, I don't believe I want to see you again. I don't like you. Okay?"
I said, "Okay," and left.