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The pup will take his time about coming but he'll do it in the end. He's afraid not to." "I'd rather not," Kennon said. "It's poor manners to be injected into a family affair especially when I'm just one of the employees." "You're not just one of the employees. You are the Station Veterinarian, and as such you hold an authority second only to Blalok and myself.
"I don't like it," Jordan said. "It sounds cumbersome." "It is," Kennon agreed. "But it may save a great deal of trouble later." "I think you're right, Kennon," Blalok said. "We should know everything we can." "What would you do first if you were heading this program?" Alexander asked. He eyed Kennon critically. "Nothing," Kennon said promptly. "I'm not qualified to run an investigation like this.
It's a good thing we had that fluke problem or I'd have been chewed up and digested long ago. That woman frightens me." "I could be scared by uglier things," Blalok said. "With the Boss-man's sister on my side I wouldn't worry." "What makes you think she'd be on my side? She's a cannibal." "Well, you know her better than I do." He did he certainly did.
He's gotten himself mixed up with one of the Lani. Cute little thing by the name of Copper," Blalok said. "Oh that's it. I thought that was what he was hiding. A picture of a girl kept popping up." Alexander chuckled. "I suppose that's the trouble. A man hardly likes to look a fool, particularly to someone who has warned him. At that, I don't blame him. They are beautiful and affectionate.
Alexander's face darkened at an unpleasant memory. "So we don't try any more," he said. "There are too many differences." He stretched. "I'd tell you more about them but it'll be better to hear it from Evald Blalok. He's our superintendent. Steve Jordan can tell you a lot, too. He runs the Lani Division. But right now let's wait for Cousin Douglas.
"You're probably the worst liar in the galaxy," Kennon chuckled. "He's here to breathe down my neck, isn't he?" Blalok nodded. "Keep him off my back for another week and he can breathe all he wants to. I'll be done then." "I can't promise a thing." Kennon shrugged. "It's too much to ask, I guess." "But I can try," Blalok added. "That's enough for me." Kennon grinned.
The rest of the patients come to the hospital." "This isn't going to set well with Jordan and the division chiefs." "That's not my concern," Kennon said. "I run my business in the best way possible. The patients are of more concern than the personal comfort of any straw boss or administrator. You're the administrator you calm them down." "You have the authority," Blalok admitted.
"Has he turned Alexandria into a shambles yet?" "Not yet, but everyone's uneasy." "I can't blame them. That young fellow's undiluted poison. By the way, how does he look?" "About the same." "The medics must have done a good job," Kennon said. "The Boss-man shipped him to Beta for treatment," Blalok said. "He didn't trust the docs out here." "That figures.
"And if you think this is bad wait till I start going through comparative anatomy. "What's the matter with you two?" Blalok asked. "Be quiet," Alexander snapped. "This isn't your problem. Kennon is behaving like a spoiled child!" "He's a telepath!" Kennon said. "And he didn't tell me." "So what? I've known that for years." "And you stand for it?" "I'm a Mystic, not a Betan," Blalok said.
Systemic treatment and cooking of all food had cleaned up the infective cercaria and individual infections, and after six months of intensive search, quarantine, and investigation, Kennon was morally certain that the disease had been eradicated. The last four reports confirmed his belief. He sighed as he leaned back in his chair. Blalok was at last convinced that his ideas were right.
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