"Look, what can I call you?" he demanded in exasperation.
"Julie. Julie Amprey."
"Abe Danniels. Look, Julie—"
"You were named after Lincoln?" she asked quietly.
"A long time after. Look, Julie, I want to get into Chicago because of the old Milne Laboratories." He caught his breath for a long second. "They are still standing?"
Julie nodded and looked ahead, through the insect-spotted windscreen. "Partial operation, when I left."
Danniels gave a low whistle. "Lord, after all these years!"
"We manage."
"Fine! Julie, I'm sure that if I can get back in a laboratory I can find a way of ending this condemned Famine—inside Chicago and outside."
"That sounds a little like delusions of grandeur to me," the girl said uncertainly.