"Sure. The triangle. Mars, Venus, Earth. Ninety gorgeous gals." She
clasped her hands behind her head, rolled her hips.
"Oh," he said, comprehending at last. "You were on the stage."
"The stage?" she laughed. "It does sound more dignified that way. I
was in the chorus. Man, what I wouldn't give for a glimpse of the Gay
White Way or the Street of Sighs."
Impulsively, Norman decided to trust her. He said, "We're going to
steal a green suit."
"A green suit?" She raised her eyebrows. "What do you want with a green
suit? You look much nicer in the outfit you have on."
"A paralysis ray insulating suit," he explained.
"What!" She clapped her hands to her mouth.
"You said you'd worked in the factory. Do you know where they're
stored?"
She bit her lip. "Yes, in the warehouse behind the plant. But why do
you want one? Don't you know escape's impossible?"
"Improbable," he corrected.
"I knew it. I knew it when you wanted to see the books on botany. Take
me along. I won't ask any questions. Take me along, please."
"We're not ready yet," he replied.
"But you'll take me?" Her gray eyes were pleading.