I shook my head. He cursed all hospital staffs.
"I wish military security was half as good. Why, Tom's permanently injured. He won't be crippled, or anything like that, but there was considerable unrepairable damage to his back muscles. He'll be able to get around, but I doubt it he'll ever be able to work on a hunter-ship again."
I was really horrified. Monster-hunting was Tom's whole life. I said something like that.
"He'll just have to make a new life for himself. Joe says he's going to send him to school on Terra. He thinks that was his own idea, but I suggested it to him."
"Dad wants me to go to school on Terra."
"Well, that's a fine idea. Tom's going on the Peenemünde, along with me. Why don't you come with us?"
"That would be great, Bish. I'd like it. But I just can't."
"Why not?"
"Well, they want Dad to be mayor, and if he runs, they'll all vote for him. He can't handle this and the paper both alone."
"He can get help on both jobs."