Arden finished her glass in one draught, and a horrified expression
came over her face. "One like Don is all I can stand," she said in
a scared voice. Then she smiled. "It's the glimmering of an idea,
though," she added with brightening face. "It stands a fifty-fifty
chance that it might turn out to be a girl--which would scare Don to
death, having to live with two like me."
"Twins," suggested Joe.
"You stay the hell out of this," said Arden good-naturedly.
Walt Franks re-appeared, headed out of the restaurant, and returned a
few minutes later with another small case full of measuring equipment.
"And this," said Arden as Walt vanished into the refrigerator once
again, "will be known as the first time Walt Franks ever spent so much
time in here without a drink!"
"Time," said Joe, "will tell."
* * * * *
Half way from Lincoln Head to Canalopsis, Barney Carroll was examining
a calendar. "Christmas," he said absently.
Christine Baler stretched slender arms. "Yeah," she drawled, "and on
Mars."