The table was in the way. I launched myself across it just in time to
Smelly, look-fedha-and all for you. All yours.
mop reappeared. Legs, tail and head popped out and it barked. I
and opened my eyes. Floyds face swam blurrily into view. I blinked
How did you do that? On this side there is a circle-cross sign
regain this freedom the myth tells us we have to find the ball under
stand ready. I rooted in my pocket and took out a handful of silver
the record. I had been taken in completely by the poisonous con job.
off the dark glasses and smiled at us and waved us to the chairs. I
sunlight that streamed through the ceiling-high, stained-glass