Done done done! All moved out and cleaned, and in the morning I head up the house-sit. Phew!
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Lasper, Val, Kniff, and Yakky sat, tied up, on the bridge of Lasper’s ship. Prought and brought’s mob stood staring at them. Prought said, “Okay. Where are you hiding the Bollyck?” Defiant, Lasper said, “One doesn’t hide a Bollyck like they’re a thing. They are free-willed beings who do as they like.” Prought said, “You do know that comments like that just make me more angry, yes?” Lasper said, “Oh good. I’m glad it’s working.”
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“We dressed him in a red and white striped shirt and hat! You’ll never find him!”
“…what?”
“You don’t have to convince us you’re human any more, Val.”
I like the floppy, wide brim red hat and the red form fitting trench-coat myself. It takes a whole planetary organization to find her.
In re: Oz79’s question Friday 7 June:
Christopher doesn’t create fictional races who are jerky. As he demonstrates here, jerkiness is a universal trait brought about by thinking too little and feeling resentment too much. We’re all subject to such jerkiness, I’m afraid.
And we have no assurance we have a Martina among us to save us in spite of ourselves. Your call. Good luck.