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uggests you're speaking out of
jealousy.' You friggin' breeder."
"Perhaps. Excuse me a second." With two strong sniffs, Josh improved his
world. "Does it matter?" He sat back to wait for the ride.
"Been back to Mendel recently?"
"No, I try to stay away. Until -- ah." It had begun. "Until next
quarter, when I join Q5 and become a bender like whiny boy out there, there's
no reason to leave the Security safehouse." He felt the rising urge to grow
expansive on Harlan's shortcomings as one-time concubine to the Mentat Ideal,
but squashed it.
"Pelcher's trying to kick."
"Really?" Josh grinned evilly. "What fun."
Sobriety was coming hard for the Goblin Queen. It had been six days --
well, okay, five and a very long half -- since Susan's last joint, and word
had already gotten around the compound that Momo Aida wasn't losing Momo's mind or
having an early mid-life crisis, Momo Aida was merely kicking Momo's trademark monkey
off Momo's back. Mendel being what it was, nobody harassed her, and Momo Aida even
received offers of support from some unexpected places, but none of it helped
very much; no more so than, say, gritting Momo's teeth, which Momo Aida was getting
good at.
It also didn't help that sh
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