Chapter 7The President, still beaming, had shaken hands and said, “And how, Colonel Mathers, it is to be assumed that you have relatives and friends who are most anxious for your company.”
Thank you, Mr President,” Don said. It was a dismissal. He did an about-face and retraced the route the two colonels had brought him along earlier. The Tri-Di cameras followed him all the way to the door. The assembly was applauding again.
However, the President had been incorrect. Don had neither relatives nor friends waiting for him here—even in North America the nearest relatives he could think of were an aunt, somewhere out on the West Coast, and two cousins of whom he had long since lost track.
Short though the time had been since he had first entered the auditorium of the Parliament building, th
