Maybe that was why. She was exquisite. It was a satisfaction to have her near, even though her world was all out of whack. And she was getting under his skin more and more every minute. A Neptunian nymph, possibly a figment of his erratic imagination, and he was falling for her. Like a meteor. He, Darrel Bond, cool, level-headed astronaut falling for a Neptunian myth with serene face and fouled-up metabolism!
Yes. He was. He had to admit it.
He followed Leyloon's tantalizing figure through the bewildering city. The swarm and rush of reverse traffic and activity made his head spin dizzily.
Leyloon turned finally, into a house. The noises of the city were suddenly cut off.
Almost immediately the business with paper and pen began. She picked a sheet from a desk and held it out to him.
"It is almost evening," it read. "I will go back to the ship with you now."
Darrel swore. They had just come from the ship!
With the pen, Leyloon erased the absurd message and fastened the sheet to the gummed end of a pad with a rapid reverse tearing motion.
"Blazing comets!" Darrel exploded.
Her face radiant, Leyloon held up another sheet.