Dr. Kalmar glanced at him in astonishment. "You know I did. I still do, for that matter."
"When you landed on Deneb," said Dr. Lowell, "you were the most stubborn, opinionated young ass I'd ever met."
Dr. Kalmar's smile became an appreciative grin. "Damn, I wish I had that light touch of yours!"
"You were so dogmatic and argumentative that Dr. Hoyt is a suggestible schoolboy in comparison."
"Well, you don't have to go that far," Dr. Kalmar said. "I get what you're driving at—every intern needs orientation and I should be more patient and understanding."
"Then you don't follow me at all," stated Dr. Lowell. "Invite Dr. Hoyt, Miss Dupont and me to your house for dinner tonight and maybe you'll get a better idea of what I mean."
"Anything for a free meal, eh?"
"And to keep a doctor here on Deneb that we'd lose otherwise."
"Implying that I can't do it."
"Isn't that the decision you'd come to?"