BOBBY THOUGHT, GLUMLY, that Moira was a total wreck, too. He had held hopes for Moira. Since their arrival on Eros she had turned into a pretty nice guy; cheerful, willing to work, fresh-looking. Now, for some obscure reason, she had piled her hair up on top of her head, put powder on her face and red stuff on her mouth. She wore a dress instead of pants, and she was mincing and prissing around like a prize horse.
“So,” continued Wilkes, “since we can’t leave, your family must.”
And d**k laughed out loud.
“Checkmate!” he said.
“What?”
“We’ve wasted time,” said d**k, “trying to decide which family must leave. The truth is, neither of us can! Because, you see, we cracked up in landing, also. Our ship lies out there four fathoms deep in Delta Sound!” He rose. “So that’s that, folks. And
