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believe usтАФ meтАФ worried about a goddamn pension? WhereтАЩre the kids we were.*
Christ, we bought as much of the establishment as we could handle without yorking
just so we could do something in civil rights. Now I feel pompous when I think
about doing something just because itтАЩs тАФ well -right!тАЭ

тАЬIf you start singing тАШYou and Me BabeтАЩ IтАЩm going to york,тАЭ says Jan.

Lindstrom surfaces. тАЬYou and me all fight. You remember the Soviet defector
we baby-sat in that rotten old farmhouse outside of Culpepper for a couple of
months back in тАШ68 ?тАЭ

тАЬYech! Boris the Ever-Erect Defector!тАЭ

тАЬWell, if heтАЩs still alive heтАЩs probably still in custody somewhere and still
industrial-strength horny. But IтАЩm sure he went totally ape years ago. Remember how
everybody wanted a piece of what they thought he knew? They locked him up with a
bone key and threw it to the dogs and debriefed him six times a week. He was
making up stuff to satisfy whatever agency was in town even when we did our hitch
there, and every new case officer and Special Agent in the business cut his
interrogation teeth on him. He maybe was a shit but I felt sorry for the guy. Imagine
whatтАЩll happen to an Al; his secrets are probably in his body chemistry and internal
organs.тАЭ Lindstrom reaches up to turn off the bed lamp. тАЬI canтАЩt let something like
that happen to a тАФ well тАФ to Al.тАЭ

тАЬHow do you know he isnтАЩt dangerous? Maybe heтАЩs got some kind of super
powers you donтАЩt know anything about.тАЭ

тАЬYeah. Well.тАЭ

тАЬWell?тАЭ

тАЬWell, hell. HeтАЩs just one guy in orange coveralls sitting in an isolation cell in
Turk Street. HeтАЩs no Superman and he hardly snuck into town. Whatever put him
here sure made enough ruckus doing it. He called it тАШmotherтАЩ and said it was
something like an insect laying eggs. So whatтАЩs he going to do? Turn into a giant
horsefly? Lead a revolution? End Western Civilization as we know it? Shit, I hope
so. IтАЩm ready.тАЭ

тАЬHey, babe, take it easy. I just asked.тАЭ

тАЬYeah, and youтАЩre right, of course. I gotta think about that, but I also have to,
you know, do what seems right . . . . тАЬHis voice trails off. Then: тАЬWhat do you say,
Jan. You ready for another adventure?тАЭ

тАЬWhen did the last one end?тАЭ

She thinks back about Berkeley in 1965 and the civil rights movement and a
dozen different safe houses and as many identities and the long tired time in the тАШ80s
when no cause seemed any better than any other cause, but one way or another they
had taken a hand in almost anything that helped the losers of the world, despite тАФ or