“Think it over carefully,” Dr. Havensson advised.
I looked at him and at Captain Malone. Then I looked over at Augie.
“I don’t have to think, there’s only one possible answer. Go ahead and operate.”
I felt better when I had said it. I had always been touchy about my bad leg and I didn’t like the idea of anybody having anything at all to do with it. But I knew that there was no choice, and my feelings weren’t very sensible anyway.
“All right, then,” Dr. Kawaziki said. “Since it is impossible to consult your guardian, I’ll have to take your decision although you’re not legally qualified.”
“How about Dr. Havensson?” I asked. “Isn’t he my guardian in a way now? What does he think?”
“You proved yourself a man back there on Venus,” Dr. Havensson answered. “You have the right to make your o
