"A what?" Malone said, feeling confused again.
"Amends," Burris said. "I want to do something for you."
Malone thought about that for a second. Burris was well-meaning, all right, but from the way the conversation was going it looked very much as if "vacation" weren't going to be the right word.
The right word, he thought dismally, was going to be "rest home." Or possibly even "insane asylum."
"I don't want to stop work," he said grimly. "Really, I don't."
"You'll have lots of time to yourself," Burns said in a wheedling tone.
Malone nodded. "Sure I will," he said. "Until they come and put me in a wet pack."
Burris blinked, but recovered gamely. "You don't have to go swimming," he said, "if you don't want to go swimming. Up in the mountains, for instance—"
"Where there are nice big guards to watch everything," Malone said. "And nuts."
"Guides," Burris said. "But you could just sit around and take things easy."