"My feminine intuition told me that eventually one of you would do something that will wreck the station. When that happens, my sweet, I want to be among the focus of trouble so that I can say I told you so."
Walt grunted. "Sort of a nice epitaph," he said. "We'll have them words 'I tole ya so' engraved on the largest fragment of Venus Equilateral when we do."
Don grinned. "Walt, don't you like women?"
Franks swelled visibly and pompously. "Why, of course," he said with emphasis. "Some of my best friends are women!"
Arden stuck her tongue out at him. "I like you, too," she said. "But you wait—I'll fix you!"
"How?" asked Walt idly.
"Oh, go freeze," she told him.
"Freeze?" chuckled Walt. "Now, that's an idea."
"Idea?" asked Don, seeing the look on Walt's face. "What kind of idea?"
Walt thought seriously for a moment. "The drinks are on me," he said. "And I'll explain when we get there. Game? This is good." Insistent, Walt led them from Wes Farrell's laboratory near the South End skin of Venus Equilateral to Joe's, which was up nine levels and in the central portion of the station. "Y'know," he said, "women aren't so bad after all. But I've got this feminine intuition business all figured out. Since women are illogical in the first place, they are inclined to think illogical things and to say what they think. Then if it should happen to make sense, they apply it. I used to know an experimenter that tried everything he could think of on the theory that some day he'd hit upon something valuable. Well—this is it, good people."