“Get dressed.”
Gack carefully examined the package from all angles. The package was made out of some sort of clear material that felt velvety. Inside it was something very clean, very soft, and white and blue. And suddenly the package fell apart of its own will, dissolved into silvery sparks that melted into the air, and onto the bed fell, unfolding themselves, a pair of short blue pants, a white and blue jacket, and some other things.
Gack, stone-faced, began to get dressed. The doctor suddenly said loudly: “But maybe I should go along with you?”
“No reason to,” answered the skinny man.
The doctor threw up his big soft arms, “What a way to act! You’d think that everything had been cleared, that we’d agreed on everything.”
“As you can see, not about everything,”
Gack slipped on a p
