Louie looked at him. There was no fear in the soft, brown eyes; just an enormous indignation that life should always treat him so dirty.
"Don't you?" he asked.
4
Calvin Gray, Junior Extrapolator, stood nude before his bathroom mirror and played a no-beard light over his chin and thin cheeks. That should take care of the beard problem for the next six months or so. He leaned forward and examined the fine lines beginning to appear at the corners of his eyes. Well, that was one of the signs he'd reached the thirty mark. One couldn't stay forever at the peak of youth—not yet, anyway. Perhaps he should think about that sometime.
Trouble was, there was always something more urgent....
He became conscious that Linda was standing in the bathroom door watching him. He hadn't heard her get out of bed.
"You used the no-beard just last month, Cal," she said. There was a questioning note in her voice.
"Want to keep handsome," he said lightly. "Never know when I might have to run out to some other world. Wouldn't want one of my other wives to catch me with stubble on my face."