It was a stale joke, a childish one, but it served to introduce the topic foremost in his mind.
"This Eden problem. I can't plan on it, but I hope it's my solo to qualify me for my big E. I'm due, you know."
Linda chose to avoid coming directly to grips with it.
"Yehudi is already at the door," she said, and made a face of exasperation. "Someday I'm going to turn off the gadget that signals the orderly room the minute you get out of bed, so I can have you all to myself."
"It's better if you get used to him," Cal cautioned. "Turn off the signal and that turns on an alarm. Instead of one Yehudi, you'd have twenty rushing in to see what was wrong."
"Well, it seems to me a grown man ought to be able to take his morning shower without an observer standing by to see that he doesn't drown himself or swallow the soap," she commented with a touch of acid.
"Get used to it, woman," he commanded. "There's only one observer now. When—if I get my Senior rating, there'll be three."
She didn't say anything. Instead she stepped over to him, pressed her nude body against his, and tenderly nuzzled his arm.
"Maybe if we go back to bed, he'll go away," she said, and glittered her eyes at him wickedly.
"He won't, but it's a good idea," Cal grinned at her.