"You want my advice, Mr. Marshall?"
Claude shrugged his shoulders.
"Go home," Leon Stubbs said. "You can't bring up a boy on the cold-side. It just wouldn't work."
"But we just got here," Joan said. "We sold everything we had to come here!"
Stubbs nodded. "I know," he said. He indicated the folders. "It's all there in your records. Six years ago you left Terra with six-thousand credits. But surely with that kind of money you could get a fresh start almost anywhere."
"But we want to stay here, Mr. Stubbs."
Stubbs took a drag out of the cigar.
"I know," he said woodenly.
Claude remained silent, regarding the conversation carefully. A pattern was beginning to form now—a familiar pattern. He walked over to where the Director was standing.
"Perhaps you could make a suggestion, Mr. Stubbs. Surely there must be opportunities on this side of the planet for a man with six-thousand credits?"