"Me? I just want to be alone, Gil. I don't feel like going anywhere."
I smiled. "Yes, you do. You'll deliver the pictures and the story in person—to Spaceman's outdoor editor, who the Wompan saw at Venus Joe's last year. To Jason Woods Stevenson."
"Yeah," Harry said.
"And maybe you'll get to meet his daughter, Ginger."
"Yeah," Harry said again. But this time he was smiling.