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"However," said Pilch, "she did not play games with, tell stories to, cuddle, etcetera, little girls who" her voice went suddenly thin and edged "come in all filthy and smelling from that dirty, slimy old mud pond!" Trigger looked startled. "You know," she said, "I do believe I remember her saying that just that way!" "You remember it," said Pilch, "now. You never saw her again after that summer.
They'll be upgrading him again fairly soon, I imagine. I might just be going into Space Scout Intelligence myself, by the way. They said they'd be glad to have me." "Not at all incidentally," remarked Pilch, "my Service also would be glad to have you." "Would they?" Trigger looked at her thoughtfully. "That includes that total therapy process, doesn't it?" "Usually," said Pilch.
Full of froggy sorts of things. I went out to that farm six years ago, just to look around it again. But you're right. I did love that mud pond, once." "Right up to that seventh summer," Pilch said. "Which was the summer your father's cousin spent her vacation on the farm with you." Trigger nodded. "Perhaps. I don't remember the time too well." "Well," Pilch said, "she was a brilliant woman.
Elbows propped on the broad white balustrade of the porch before her third-story bedroom, Trigger was studying the sequoia's crown with a pair of field glasses when Pilch arrived. She laid the glasses down and invited her guest to pull up a chair and help her admire the view. They admired the view for a little in silence. "It certainly is a beautiful place!" Pilch said then.
But then, you know, I forgot all about it again until Lyad and Flam opened that purse and he wasn't inside. Then I remembered, and after that I didn't forget again." "No. Of course." Pilch's slim fingers tapped the surface of the table between them. She said then, paying Repulsive the highest compliment Pilch could give, "It he was a good therapist!" After a moment, she added.
"Yoo-hoo yourself, Trigger!" he shouted, and turned back to his spading. Trigger watched Pilch's face from the side. She saw her give a sudden start. "Great Galaxies!" Pilch breathed. She kept on looking. "That's one for the book, isn't it?" Finally she put the glasses down. She appeared somewhat stunned. "He really is a little green man!" "Only when he's trying to be.
"You know, I'd hate to have him find out but that little green man also reminds me quite a bit of Commissioner Tate." "I don't think he'd mind hearing it," Pilch said. She paused a moment. "All right what's this?" A second shape appeared. "A sort of caricature of a wild, mean horse," Trigger said. She added thoughtfully, "there was a horse like that on that farm, too. I suppose you know that?"
Let's see what we can make of them." A shape appeared on the screen. Trigger started, then laughed. "What do you think of it?" Pilch asked. "A little green man!" she said. "Well, it could be a sort of counterpart to the little yellow thing on the ship, couldn't it? The good little dwarf and the very bad little dwarf." "Could be," said Pilch. "How do you feel about the notion?"
Did you know Lyad Ermetyne put in for voluntary rehabilitation with us, and then changed her mind and joined the Service?" "I'd heard of it." Trigger hesitated. "Did you know Lyad paid me a short visit about an hour before you got here this morning?" "I thought she would," Pilch said. "We came in to Maccadon together."
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