"Had your mind erased recently?"
"Yesterday. Did it so I could accept Cynthia's proposal without any reservation."
"Cynthia?"
"That's what I call her. Her real name is Xylosh. She found the name Cynthia in one of those books of ignorance unearthed from the ruins of that ancient farm called New York. She asked me to call her by that name. You know how girls are!"
"Sure. They are all very romantic. She may even expect you to be present at the wedding."
Fillmore shook his head and grinned. "She knows better than to spoil things. And I love her too much to let anything like that happen. The ceremony will take place near the earth at the hour when the north pole and the south pole swap places. I'll be somewhere beyond the sun at that time."
"Figuring on any children?"
"Of course. She wants three. We'll have them just before the ceremony."
"That's fine. Gets the dirty work out of the way before marriage and then there's nothing to spoil it. But how are you figuring—"
"That's what I came to see you about. I want to borrow your secretary."