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Afternoon

        they come to me. Up and out. Up and out. I wonder if anyone—or
        anything—ever  intentionally  enters  this  pool.  There.  Mission
        accomplished, sir: the prisoners are all in dry dock.  Should I stand at
        attention  with  the  pole  held  at  shoulder-arms?  Nope,  would
        definitely  detract  from  the  seriousness  of  my  purpose.  But  I  am
        getting giddy. Too much sun, not enough food. Maybe dehydrated,
        blood sugar down to the bottom of my liver. So sit down and wait.
        Yeah,  they’ve  settled  it.  No  winners,  just  more  garbage.  Aestheria
        approaches,  with  what  on  her  face:  frown?  Can’t  tell  in  this  glare.
        Wish I had my sunglasses. Another headache cause, no doubt.
          “Nate, I’m going now. You see how things are here.”
          “No, I don’t, unless you mean this sort of nickel-and-dime feuding
        is typical of Trousdale Estates in general, and the Kolpak residence
        in particular.”
          “So  you’re  still  in  your  mood.  You  did  seem  reasonable  a  few
        minutes ago. They should have listened to you.”
          “Did you tell that to Phil’s wife?”
          “She’s in no frame of mind to hear it. Perhaps I’ll discuss it with
        her later.”
          “You think she’ll listen?”
          “Oh, you don’t know Lin. A very stubborn personality, but capable
        of adjusting her position.”
          “Into a new stubbornness.”
          “Perhaps. But I don’t think you’re in any frame of mind to listen to
        me,  either.  So  long,  Nate.  Don’t  let  your  anger  make  you  ill;  find
        some other outlet.”
          “Thanks.”
          She’s loyal to these turkeys. Well, I can’t make her see their nasty
        auras. Perfectly visible to me. Phil: gold with mold-green overtones,
        flicking like snakes’ tongues. Lin: ice blue, shading off to squamous
        iridescent  royal  purple  permafrost  around  the  shoulders.  Yeah.  So
        long, Miss Holier-than-Thou. And off go the caterers, muttering and
        slamming  their  gear  into  a  panel  truck.  Was  my  solution  really
        rational? What if Phil tries to use it on me? All right, Nate, you got
        me, but you’ll never be able to prove it in a court of law. You do
        pose  a  certain  threat  to  my  business,  of  course;  you  have  a
        measurable nuisance value. So here’s the deal, Nate, take it or leave it:
        I’ll give you half of what’s in this file, and you shut up and get out of

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