“I don’t like those clouds that we saw at sunset,” he remarked. “But they’re all gone now. The sky’s as clear as ever.”
Charmian gaped, placed a slim hand over her distorted mouth, and patted the aperture, ending with a burst of air that was wrenched out of her until her jaw muscles seemed to creak.
“Pardon me,” she laughed. “I couldn’t help it—I’m about all in. That means the blankets for mine. Good night, Doctor.
“How you have interested me,” she sighed, as she rose to her feet and stretched her arms and torso as unreservedly as a young panther would. “You have worked so much—have accomplished so much. You make me feel like a baseball fan in the grandstand, yelling his head off over the good work of some famous player in the field. I hate fans. They’re so willing to get entertainment
