“I just don’t know. I’m fifty-two. It’ll be kind of hard starting over again with my life already pretty close to half over.”
“Well, you don’t have to make up your mind right now. I’ll be piloting the next intergalactic transport out that way, and it won’t leave for at least a month yet. You have plenty of time to think it over.”
Tsuroak struggled with himself a moment and then blurted out.
“Would you go if you were me?” His eyes were fixed anxiously on Deitrich’s face.
“You’ll have to make up your own mind, Tsuroak. I merely pointed out some of the considerations involved.”
“Oh.” The little man gazed blankly at him.
“A month,” Deitrich repeated kindly. “Not a minute.”
Tsuroak nodded and smiled for the first time. “Of course,” he said and stood up. “It’s a big decision to make, isn’t it?”
“Yes, it is.”
“I don’t know how to thank you for your help. I’ll talk it over with my wife and let you know.”