Mary was more interested. "Isn't forcing against galactic convention?"
"Darn right. This guy's a fugitive, like I said."
"I knew they'd get in trouble, letting these foreigners come down."
"Look, honey. One thing, we need the trade. A Ravian pays four picks of plainum for a day or two in a human. It's all here in the news-sheet. A Ravian hasn't got emotions, and when they're in a host they can feel everything the host feels. Real Kicks. The host gets to spend one pick himself—a small fortune—he has a shivaree and the Ravian goes for the ride. And for the host it's all voluntary."
"What about this Minnn?"
Sally listened with bright attention, slightly flushed.
"It says here he could be anywhere, any man, woman or child. Tells how you can spot 'em and names a reward. Person with old Minnn inside is a little flushed, feverish, doesn't sleep very well. They...."
"Say, honey, Sally didn't sleep well last night. Do you think she's all right?"
"Any kid has a restless night sometimes, Mary. Lemme finish. The person is apt to be kind of listless, and might have memory blanks. Oh—and the Ravian enters a host by some kind of physical contact, and he can get to another host only by a contact with the first one."
"Maybe we ought to take Sally to Dr. Price, hon. She just hasn't been herself lately."