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She smiled wanly at him, recognizing his automatic response to a professional challenge. Still, Roland
really cared. He was paid to care. Of course, that was part of the problem.

тАЬItтАЩs this place,тАЭ she said, glumly.
тАЬWhat about it?тАЭ

тАЬIt depresses me.тАЭ

His face acquired a look of surprise. тАЬThe Big Boss isnтАЩt going to like hearing that. He has put billions
intoThe Roost . No one is supposed to be unhappy here, least of all Chryse Lawrence Haller.тАЭ

тАЬYou werenтАЩt listening. I didnтАЩt say I was unhappy. I said I was depressed. Different emotion entirely.тАЭ

тАЬIf you say so.тАЭ

тАЬLook around you, Roland. What do you see?тАЭ

тАЬWhat am I supposed to see?тАЭ

тАЬHave you ever looked closely at your clientele?тАЭ

He made a show of scanning the restaurant. тАЬOkay, IтАЩve looked.тАЭ

тАЬYouтАЩve got a good cross-section of humanity here. Both sexes, all shapes and sizes, every color. Yet, in
spite of our differences, we all have something in common.тАЭ

тАЬSure,тАЭ Roland said, nodding. тАЬYouтАЩre all richer than anyone has a right to be. If you werenтАЩt, you could
never afford us.тАЭ

тАЬTrue,тАЭ Chryse said. тАЬI hadnтАЩt thought of that. Hmmm, that makes things even worse!тАЭ

тАЬHow so?тАЭ

тАЬCanтАЩt you see it? All your clients are compulsive personalities.тАЭ

тАЬArenтАЩt you being a bit hard on yourself and the other guests?тАЭ

тАЬIf anything, IтАЩm not being hard enough. WeтАЩre all on holiday, yet each of us is so desperate for diversion
that we play ourselves into exhaustion.тАЭ

тАЬConsidering the cost,тАЭ Roland said, тАЬcan you blame anyone?тАЭ

тАЬI suppose that explains a few cases. But take old Joshua Voichek over there,тАЭ she said, gesturing
toward a spry centenarian seated at a breakfast nook halfway across the compartment. тАЬAfter my father,
heтАЩs probably the richest man in the system. He could spend a lifetime inThe Roost without making a
dent in his fortune. Yet, he wears himself out as quickly as the salesman who saves a dozen years to
come here.тАЭ

тАЬYour theory, Madame Psychotherapist?тАЭ he asked, trying to lighten the mood.