"Oh well," sighed Odum, and threw down the clicker-story. "Tell you what. All you do is visor security, tell them you're pretty sure a person has this Ravian, and the person gets a real good physical—free. Let's just tell them Sal has the symptoms and get a deal."
Sally got up listlessly and the screen banged as she wandered out.
"What symptoms?" asked Mary.
"You mean you weren't listening?" And Mr. Odum told Mrs. Odum all the signs the article had listed, while Mrs. Odum gradually paled.
"But—those are exactly the symptoms she does have," she said when he finished. Their eyes met and he reached for the visor.
The security cops arrived. Chester was with them. As they boiled from their 'copter they nearly knocked over an old gentleman who was creaking his way delicately along the sidewalk, and one cop stepped on a small dog, which bit him.
Two of them stayed with Sally, who stood in the yard with a scared expression; two others entered the house with Chester. They all came out of the house and Mary explained to Sally that she was not to be frightened. Sally was given a nice raincoat with built-in mittens—it was triple-ply mento-insulation plastic—and everybody bundled into the 'copter.
Sally liked the ride and the raincoat, but when it was all over she was sad. Mr. Forge seemed disappointed somehow....
Minnn lay quiet in his new host soaking in data. Perfesser Frye ... old ... quiet, jogging complex of contentment, and dissatisfaction. Cheated on price of eggs ... nice house over there, awful the way they've changed things ... little girl, patted her on the head, might have had a child like that. Enjoy what you can. Glow-thought connected with something called beer.