He neglected to tell her that he had stopped at twelve for just this reason. "Guess I better get them unloaded," he said, standing up.
"Can I help you?"
He stared at her for a moment, saying nothing. She smiled a little and looked aside. "Terry, I'm sorry—about this morning. I—I know you've got a job that has to be—" Her lip quivered slightly.
Norris grinned, caught her shoulders, and pulled her close.
"Honeymoon's on again, huh?" she whispered against his neck.
"Come on," he grunted. "Let's unload some neutroids, before I forget all about work."
They went out to the kennels together. The cages were inside a sprawling concrete barn, which was divided into three large rooms—one for the fragile neuter humanoid creatures, and another for the lesser mutants, such as cat-Qs, dog-Fs, dwarf bears, and foot-high lambs that never matured into sheep. The third room contained a small gas chamber with a conveyor belt leading from it to a crematory-incinerator.
