Lesson In CornEvery one of smellbats that had fallen to the ground were gone. The must have been only stunned and flown off. “Strange,” I said.
Gypsy said to us, “The entrance to transport is in the lobby of highrise after the next highrise.”
Horace dropped the book he’d been given into an internal pocket of his long coat, and patted it as if it were an old friend. His coat was black again. The smile on his face reminded me of the smile of a proud father.
“I like the way your coat changes colors,” I said.
“Yes it turns gray in the dark and black in daylight. Not a wide range of colors.”
His modest answer surprised me. “In my day I would have given anything for a coat that changed colors.”
He nodded ahead. “We should get going.”
The three of us set off for the terminus building tha
