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She sobered a moment. "I know. I just don't want it to have."
"Understandable. I assume Eric got your belt?"
She nodded.
"That's no catastrophe. He's about to use it to go back to the old home
setting, then attack the base. That'll cause us to move and you to jump
forward, and the loop will be complete."
"Is it true what he said? About him bein' Joseph and all?"
He was startled. "I hadn't heard that." He thought for a long while. "Well, it
would make everything else have some sense out of human actions, although it
raises a bunch of those wild cards in time I told you about. If it's true,
then we have a couple of laws to unlearn and a couple of new ones to discover,
but that's par for the course in something this complicated. You get used to
it. Or he might have been lying, and our laws are correct. Only pardon
me time will tell."
"I ain't sure I want to know. I only understood a little of what he was sayin'
anyways."
Doc nodded but said nothing for a while. Finally, he asked, "Are you hungry?
There's a Howard Johnson's up here that's open all night."
"I thought you said you was in a hurry."
"No, I said I didn't have the time to fool around back there. I'm on a
schedule, and this is part of it."
They pulled into the parking lot, then went into the restaurant, which was
mostly deserted. The few there obvi-ously drew conclusions from the sight of
the young sexpot and the older professional man there at this time of night,
but they were pretty worldly and served this sort of duo quite often.
Doc ate heartily, but Holly just sipped her coffee and picked at her eggs.
Finally, she asked, "What now, Doc? What's next?" It was said with weary
resignation, not true curiosity.
"I know what you're thinking. You've tripped. O.K., you've tripped before. I
must have tripped a thousand times. It's no big deal anymore."
"Maybe not for you. You'll still Doc, no matter what. You got brains and a
real job. I guess I had brains once, but it's all gone now. I can't even
remember what he looked like, you know that? Every time I do this, I know a
little less and think a little slower. I think that's what gets me most. It
ain't not knowin' what I once knew so much as bein' real slow about what I
still know now." She picked up a card on the table. "Clam . .
. back . . . every . . . Friday," she read, pronouncing each word carefully
and individually as if separated.
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"All . . . you . . . can . . . eat . . . just. . . . Oh, hell, you see? I
can't read no better or faster'n that, and them's simple words. I can't cook
or sew or nothin', 'cept some mendin'. How's that for somebody who went
through all that college?"
"Nothing is permanent. Surely you understand that now if nothing else. What's
forgotten can be relearned."
"C'mon, Doc! Don't kid me! Every single time I get a little dumber. I ain't
got much left, Doc. I'm near retarded now. I'm too damn scared to do it
again."
"I think you underestimate yourself." He finished his coffee and looked out
the window. "It's getting light out now. Looks like a nice day." He looked at
his watch. "Let's go."
They drove several places in the area, with Doc stop-ping now and then to talk
to various people and make some phone calls. She fell asleep for a while and
paid no attention to the activities, nor did she feel any curiosity about what
was going on.
Doc shook her awake. She stirred uneasily, then opened her eyes and looked out
the windshield. They were in some kind of public parking area, with another
area slightly below them and fenced off. She looked to one side and saw the
huge cooling towers of a nuclear power plant. She yawned, stretched as well as
she could, and asked, "What're we doin' here?"
"Waiting. Not much longer now, I hope. Ah! There!"
A small blue car pulled into the lower lot and drove to a marked section. A
woman dressed in whites got out, locked the door, and began to walk toward a
lower entrance to the building. It was one of literally dozens of cars pulling
in while others pulled out, but Doc drew Holly's attention to that one in
particular.
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