“IT’S ALMOST TIME,” said Stanford, “and we are ready, as ready as we’ll ever be. We’ll move in when the time is right, but we can’t move in too soon. Better to be a little late than a little early. We have all the things we need. Special size diapers and—”
“Good Lord,” exclaimed Riggs, “it won’t go that far, will it?”
“It should,” said Stanford. “It should go even further to work right. He got lost yesterday. One of our men found him and led him home. He didn’t have the slightest idea where he was and he was getting pretty scared and he cried a little. He chattered about birds and flowers and he insisted that our man stay and play with him.”
Riggs chuckled softly. “Did he?”
“Oh, certainly. He came back worn to a frazzle.”
“Food?” I asked Riggs. “How is he feeding himself?”
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