"I guess you are," agreed Dr. Kalmar. "And now, Dr. Hoyt, if there aren't any more questions, I'd like to proceed with this couple."
Dr. Hoyt stretched his eyes wide to keep them open. "It's all screwy to me, but it's none of my business. As soon as I finish my internship, I'm heading back to Earth, where things make sense, so I don't have to understand this mishmash you call a planet. Need help?"
"If you'd find out what Mrs. Fallon has in mind this time, it would let me run the patients through a lot faster."
"How would they feel about it?" Dr. Hoyt asked.
"It's all right with me," Mr. Fallon said amiably. "I'm pretty used to this, you know."
"But what are we going to make you look like, Harry?" his wife fretted. "I felt very jealous of other women when you were handsome and I didn't like you just ordinary-looking."
"Why not go through the model book with Dr. Hoyt?" suggested Dr. Kalmar. "There are still some types you haven't tried."
"There are?" she asked in gratified astonishment. "Would you mind very much, Dr. Hoyt?"
"Glad to," he said.
Miss Dupont brought out the model book for him, and he and Mrs. Fallon studied the facial and physical types that were very explicitly illustrated there in three-dimensional full color. Mr. Fallon, contentedly working out math problems on a sheet of paper, left the choice entirely to her.