“Okay,” Stieve said quickly. He was on his feet. He felt better now. “I’ll get hold of Traffic and see if Medlock can fix it up for me to cover about two weeks ahead of time, maybe, for a little background. Want it all in one issue?”
“Yes,” said Smullen, closing the Book. “This afternoon. With photographs.”
“Okay, boss!” Stieve was very happy now. He went back to the suite. He told Orig Prem, but Orig did not answer at once. Stieve stared at him.
“I’d swear that’s a frown on your beryllium brow,” Stieve said. “What’s fissioning?”
Orig’s steel eyelids blinked. “Well, you see, it’s like this. The way I figure it, there’s a mistake in the calendar somewhere. Leap-year isn’t coming right.”
“Leap-year doesn’t come this year. It’s only in a year divisible by four.”
“But not in years divisi
