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 The light blinked to green; the swarm crossed the street. Feighan pointed
to the time/temperature sign above a bank entrance. "It's ten degrees Cee,
Sam. That's not cold."
"It is if you're a Rhanghan. Why can't you Fling us? It's quicker, it's
warmer, and nobody steps on my tail."
"All right, all right." He truly liked the young Rhanghan, and found it
hard to deny him anything. Pitching his voice above the roar of an
oncoming truck, he said, "If it's chilly tomorrow morning, I'll Fling you."
"Thank you." He drawled the words with enormous dignity.
Feighan laughed.
"McGill!"
"Sorry, kid." He patted Sam on the shoulder. "Listen, do you want me to
pick you up this afternoon, or can you make it back to the hotel on your
own?"
"I get out at two. Where are you going to be?"
"I'm not sure. I'm on from nine to one and five to nine today. I thought I
might go househunting after lunch."
"Are you doing that again?"
"We can't stay at the hotel forever."
"Why don't we just go home?"
"Sam, IтАФ" He caught the rebuke before it broke loose. "I don't want to
talk about it, okay?"
"Okay." His tone made clear that he thought Feighan's attitude was silly.
"Can you be here at two o'clock?"
"I can."
"Okay. Pick me up, please." They had reached the steps to All Saints
School; Sam put a hand on Feighan's belt. "You don't have to walk me to the
door, McGill. This is far enough."
"Okay." He remembered, dimly, how it felt when his overly solicitous
parents had escorted him inside. Embarrassing, as he recalled it, even if
subtly reassuring at the same time. "I'll see you at two, then."
 "But please don't be late, okay? I hate to wait out here for you."
McGill Feighan could understand that, too. The probing stares of
strangers could prickle like a rash. The energy tunic he woreтАФthe swirling
bands of multi-colored light generated by his Flinger implantтАФdrew the
eyes of the curious and the comments of the rude, and standing around
vulnerable to both discomforted him enormously. He could well imagine
the intensity of interest his ward drew, even in ostensibly blas├й New York.
He smiled gently. "I'll be here. Promise."
"Thanks, McGill." Sam waved as he went up the steps. "See you at two."
Feighan waved back, waited till Sam had disappeared through one of the
revolving doors, and closed his eyes. Then he opened them again. After
making Sam walk, it would hardly be fair to teleport himself back to the
hotelтАж
Turning, he headed upstream. No longer enveloped in the protective
space his ward's rough hide and many sharp teeth had created, he ran into
shoulders and elbows and parcels and umbrellas; now and then a misplaced
foot thwacked him sharply in the shins.
Sam was right. Flinging did make more sense.
But then, nothing he was doing that autumn seemed to make a whole lot