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and best wishes, walked sixteen miles to the nearest monorail station, and with
some of the money that should have started their married life, bought a one way
rail ticket to the nearest city large enough to lose himself in.
If she were happy now, I thought, she might forgive the marriage that had not
happened, but what she would not forgive, I was sure, was what had happened, the
humiliation, the weeks of hearing the story being told in whispers just out of
her hearing.
"Hell hath no fury," Glad commented, sharing my thought. "That doesn't go with
his itch to be wired. What's brought this on?"
"I wish I knew. He says it's got to do with work, but farmer's advocacy he can
do as well unwired as wired, and the people he's doing it for trust him more for
it. He's said it himself."
"Got his eye on another job?"
"Not that I know."
"Do you think he'd stay out West?"
"Not under their conditions."
"Yeah, I know how he feels," Glad said. "I mean, Naturalists aren't as fanatical
as some of the religious sects, but I'm always aware of having to screen
everything just before I say it. And still I resent them a little for the
fantasy world they live in, their choice, and giving me none--I mean, even my
name, for Christ's sake. Galadriel." She sighs. "All the accommodation seems to
have to be on my side. But I wouldn't be without them. I know how he feels."
I, I thought, do not. But perhaps that is because all the emotion in me
designated for parents is directed towards, concentrated on, the suddenly frail,
suddenly old man in a ward at Beth Israel. "Are we going to see D'Inde tonight?"

"Of course. It's Wednesday."



I arrived home later than usual, and found Errel lighting up the inside of the
hall with anger and impatience. I hadn't seen this particular headdress before;
it looked spiky and mildly barbaric.
I said, "Before you start, this is Wednesday, and on Wednesdays I go and visit
the Old Man when I get done."
"You couldn't bring yourself to make an exception just this once. I did ask."
"And I said no," I said, and pushed past him, into our bedroom.
"Particularly not for my friends," he said, following. "You've made it
abundantly clear you weren't interested in going."
With me and you and a bed for two, the air was getting squashed. "Errel, just
let me get dressed."
"You call that dressed," as I lifted down my thermocolour pantsuit from its bin.

"Yes, I call it dressed." I laid it down, and sat beside it on the bed. I was
not going to strip with him in the room in this mood; it felt too much like
nakedness. "Maybe it's not chic amongst the banking set, but I'm not amongst the
banking set; I'm just your arm accessory for the evening."
"Les," he changed tack, "Lester, just do it for me. Wear your lights."
"I do not feel like wearing my lights in a roomful of strangers. Particularly
after this afternoon."