The Gripping Hand
“They are endless. The solution of one problem usually leads to another.
—James Reston The Honorable Freddy Townsend woke slowly, savoring each moment of relaxation. He felt eyes on him and turned over. "Hi." "Hi, yourself." Nobody puts a big bed aboard a racing ship. It only leaves room for accidents. Freddy had moved the double into Hecate for that earlier voyage with Glenda Ruth. He'd left it aboard for this trip . . . of course, why not? It had seemed so empty, until now.
"Chocolate," she said. "Is there any chocolate aboard?" "You shall have your desire if I have to grow the beans myself," Freddy proclaimed.
"If you find any aboard, lock it up. We're likely to need it." He stared. Then he reached for her, a tentative gesture. Glenda Ruth laughed. "I won't vanish, you know." "I can barely follow you, and you always know what I'm thinking. That worries me. If you know so much about—people—from what the Moties taught you, what do they know about us?
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