A 'copter sidled over the ridge, then came just above the oak woods toward us. Guy set it gently on the landing square and we walked down to meet them.
I helped Em out and hugged her. Guy jumped out, asking, "Do you have your TV set on?"
"No," I answered. "Should I?"
"It's almost time for the broadcast. I was afraid we would miss it."
"What broadcast?"
"From the rocket."
"Rocket?"
"For heaven's sake, darling," my wife complained, "I told you about Guy's rocket being a success. The papers are full of it. So are the broadcasts."
As we stepped up on the terrace, she turned to Guy and Em. "He's out of contact today. Thinks he's Zeus."
I asked our son to wheel a TV set out onto the terrace while I made martinis for our friends. Then we sat down and drank the cocktails and the kids had fruit juice and we watched the broadcast Guy had tuned in.